It all started with a door. One ordinary high school day, he held it open, and I made a mental note to remember the "doorman's" name—just in case. That simple gesture sparked a series of adventures neither of us could have predicted. He became the guy who stole my things just to make me chase him, and I became the girl who helped him "creatively cheat" in art class when the paint wasn’t quite cooperating. He walked me to class when he could, and we turned the mundane moments of high school into a world all our own. From playful banter to lasting memories, that open door wasn’t just a one-time courtesy; it was the beginning of everything.