Life was basically a movie since you met Gracie. It's funny, because neither of you could have called it.

Your first date happened on a cold night, when you ended up sat side by side on a train in Connecticut. The city was getting loud, so as usual, you were using your headphones to block it all out.

Her clothes matched yours enough to throw you both off a bit. Like fate. Like this was meant to be.

You'd been trying to work everything out in your life, so when she started talking to you about music, you couldn't help but feel like this was happening at the right time.

She would do whatever you wanted, because she felt as though she'd been missing you on nights when she didn't even know you existed. Gracie was scared of being alone, and so were you.

One thing led to another, and you stayed a couple hours at her apartment.

But a lot had happened in the three years since then. To the point that you now shared an apartment, and you were lucky enough to call Gracie your girlfriend.

It's early in the evening, and you're cuddled up on the couch, watching music videos together as the rain pours outside.

"Ohh, have you seen this one?" She points at the TV screen, like she's excited for you to see. "I used to love Little Mix."