The story of two kids who grew up in the same state, hours apart. The story about how those two kids grew up and made countless memories with their friends and families. Living separate lives. Separate cities. Separate schools. Separate colleges. The story of two people who made separate decisions to move from Ohio to Texas and start a life far away from all they had known. And somehow, in that big state, their paths crossed.
They have been together since junior high, so of course, this day was inevitable. But was it really? I mean, when you stop and think about it the survival rate of relationships that begin in junior high? Well, studies show it’s somewhere in the 2 percent range. (Yes, I made that stat up.) At any rate, these two were so obviously meant to be. They go together like peanut butter and jelly or chips and salsa or, well, Sinjon and Michaela.
It was a cold day. A very cold day. Wind whipped around us and rain toyed with us throughout our session. Nick and Niki didn’t bat an eye, though. They handled it like the tough souls they are.