It was a normal night at WXOU (Radio) Bar in the West Village. The kind of night where you show up with no particular expectations. After Koko and Michael ran into each other, it ended with that feeling you can't quite name.

What made it more surprising, we'd gone to the same high school. Same halls, different worlds. And yet somehow it took a bar in New York City, years later, for Koko's smile to stop Michael in his tracks and, in a rare moment of courage, make him say hello.

We've spent the years since falling in love, through neighborhoods, time zones, and eventually to the South Street Seaport, where Michael got down on one knee with the Brooklyn Bridge glowing behind him. Now we're trading the skyline for the shoreline and bringing everyone we love along for the celebration.