It was the first day of college. I walked into class and sat down, making sure that I avoided all awkward first-day-of-college conversations with other students. I thought I was successful, until this boy entered the classroom, plonking himself with a thud on the seat next to mine. “Hi! I’m Rahul! We’re gonna be friends!” I was determined not to let any of this ‘boy meets girl and …’ kind of nonsense happen to me. I tried to build a wall around me, but he kept knocking it down, one brick at a time. Each day he would come up with half a dozen original reasons and excuses for me to go out for a coffee with him. Over time, I realized I was getting addicted to coffee and Rahul, and his company, and began to cherish our conversations and time together. The rest, as they say, is history. This mad-hatter has worked his way into my heart, and now that we have decided to begin a new journey together, I would love it if you could be a witness.