Max and I met in middle school. I remember we texted a lot in seventh grade. We would see each other at bonfires, sometimes. I think we played basketball in his driveway once or twice - but we were friends, always just friends.

After moving out of New York City, our friends started to scheme. He drove me home from the beach one day, and I saw him in a different light. Maybe it was the one hand on the wheel, James Dean white T-shirt effect, but ever since that drive we have been inseparable.

We truly are best friends.

He’s my person, and it didn’t take long for us to realize we would love each other for the rest of our lives!

- Meg