I met Mike in one of my biology summer classes. I remember him being the kid who sat in the front, always raised his hand, and asked in-depth questions I could barely understand. Besides his smarts, of course it was the red hair and tattoos that caught my eye. With a little push through mutual friends I gathered the courage to approach him outside of class. After introducing myself to him and his friends we parted ways. Later that day I received an instagram message asking to workout together. Thats when I knew he might be interested and I wouldn't go the rest of the summer class awkwardly trying to avoid him (being that my friends already told him I was interested). After working out, talking about music, study tactics and whatever else college kids talk about, we made plans to see each other again. The first night we hung out I remember sitting on the steps outside the library in awe of how insightful he was. His intellect and openness to talk about all things let me to think this would turn into something special. Fast forward six years later, we returned to those steps and he asked to marry me.