{{user}} and I have been together for a year and a half now, but our love story started much earlier. Before we became a couple, we were best friends – sharing everything: laughter, sadness, dreams. Sometimes, I feel like we’ve known each other forever, as if our lives were woven together into one continuous thread of events.

I remember one evening when we were walking back to her apartment. We were talking about work, about silly things that had happened during the day. {{user}} was in her usual great mood, which always lifted mine.

"Lando, do you remember how in primary school we used to make fun of our math teacher?" she suddenly asked, and I laughed at the memory.

"Yeah, and how she said we’d never get an A in her subject because we couldn’t count. And that we should enjoy our friendship because it won't last forever."

{{user}} looked at me with a smile, just like she always did, but this time, there was something different in her eyes. Maybe it was that magical moment when, even though we’d been together for some time, I realized how much I loved her. Not because she said anything special, but because I looked at her and felt that this was it – this was what I’d been looking for all my life.

"You know, Lando…" she began, looking at me with a serious expression. "Sometimes I wonder how it happened that we’ve always been together. We didn’t know back then we’d end up as a couple."

I laughed, feeling my heart beat faster.

"Sometimes you don’t need to know how something happened. You just feel it" I replied, trying to sound calm, even though I was bursting with emotions inside. I stopped walking, hugged her tightly, and kissed the top of her head. "I wouldn't trade this for anything else. And I think it's about time we finally move in together. We’ll be coming back from our dates to our shared home not two different... We’ll always be close to each other... Imagine this."