Our bride- and groom-to-be met after Karen asked in the LDSSA group chat if anyone needed psych textbooks. Buddy (at the time a psych major, though that would be rectified) said he did. They met at the most romantic place on Stanford campus- the mulch covered patch of nothing in between Roble and Meier. They exchanged greetings and textbooks. As they’d never met in person, Karen expected to have a longer conversation, but Buddy, ever the romantic, ran away, flustered by her beauty.* No textbook on the human mind could possibly explain what was going through his on this absolute fumble of a first meeting. Two days later, they were at a group activity off campus. Karen and Buddy didn’t talk at the activity itself (Buddy kept stealing glances), but as it was wrapping up Buddy asked to walk back with her. They had neighboring dorms. The walk flew by as they talked about family, languages, TV shows, etc. Buddy called her to ask her out that same night, and he hasn’t run away since. But if Buddy fell first, Karen fell harder.** After weeks of saying, “I really like you Karen Villanueva”, Buddy was soon outdone. One night, after an hours-long buildup of Karen hinting at what she wanted to say, saying a thousand things short of it, and overthinking all the ways it could go wrong, she finally said, “I think I love you”. During which Buddy interrupted, “I love you Karen Villanueva”. And the rest is his[their]story. *never to live it down **Buddy also vehemently denies this, but the line is good (and true) and Karen wanted it in here