We went to the same high school but never crossed paths. Years later, social media became the bridge that connected us, turning casual conversations into hours-long phone calls and constant messages throughout the day. Those conversations led to our first date in Boston. Inside the restaurant, food became an afterthought as we talked endlessly about our upbringing, our goals, and the future. After dinner, we walked through the city, completely unaware of how much time had passed. Wendy missed her train, so Henry drove her back to Providence. The drive was long and the gas tank nearly empty, but none of that mattered. That night marked the beginning of something certain, a realization that this connection was meant to last.