We started at the high school where they first met, where so much of their story quietly began.
Then there was the bus route home. Back then, T would sometimes take the bus in the opposite direction, just to spend a little more time with K before they had to go their separate ways.
Nothing dramatic. Just a few extra time together.
And somehow, those little moments became the beginning of everything.
We ended at the Golden Gate Bridge, a place they’ve walked together countless times over the years. Looking at these two now, it’s easy to forget that love often starts in the smallest ways. A longer walk. An extra bus ride. A few more minutes before saying goodbye.
Some places hold more than memories. They hold the beginning of who we became together.