On September 13th, 2014, senior year of high school had just begun. At the first dance of the year, Peter finally worked up the nerve to ask Caelyn to dance.

She said... "rain check?"

Caelyn — who had been waiting for that moment for weeks — panicked. But later that night at the after-party, she found him. They spent the entire night talking and never really stopped.

Over the next eleven months, our lives became beautifully tangled. It’s hard to describe what it feels like to fall in love that deeply, that quickly — but everything had changed.

Stupid and seventeen, we decided to break up before we left for college (Caelyn was heading to the east coast and Peter staying in the bay at Berkeley). We wanted to end things on a good note — long distance never works (as many a well-intentioned friend was happy to remind us!)

By Thanksgiving, we were back together. As it turns out, missing someone so hard it hurts, hurts much much less than not being able to talk to the one person who knows every part of you.

When you grow up together, and hone your relationship from 3,000 miles away, you learn a thing or two. Things like: you can grow separately without growing apart. That offset time zones mean always waking up to a text. That real love is always worth the fight, and really does find its way back.

We’re still together. Still going strong. And cannot describe what it means to us to get to celebrate our love with the people we love the most. We are overwhelmingly grateful and beyond excited.