How it all began
Our Story
and found each other again, every single time."
Chandler and Sarah were thirteen when they met, fast friends almost immediately, the kind of easy that doesn’t need explaining. What started as friendship quietly deepened into something harder to name: an obsession with each other’s company, a magnetic pull that neither of them quite knew what to do with. They moved through middle school and high school side by side, inseparable in the way that only teenagers can be, until life did what life does, and pulled them in their own directions.
They didn’t really talk for years. But they shared a birthday, and every year one of them would reach out with a ‘happy birthday’ text, a tossup each time over who would say it first. It was a small thread, but it held.
In those years apart, they each accumulated a life: places traveled, companies worked for, people met, goals chased down. Around Christmas one year, Sarah texted Chandler and asked if he was around. He said yes. She asked if he was busy. He said no. And just like that, he picked her up and took her on a tour of all of his favorite Philly haunts. The evening was spent catching up, reminiscing on old times, and trading stories from the years they’d missed. It turned out to be a very fun and late night – one they each remember fondly.
A few months later, around Easter, the conversation started the same way. Sarah reached out. He was around. He wasn’t busy. This time Sarah wanted to make sure she was home at a more reasonable hour, so another trip to Philly was off the table. Instead they built a fire, drank Mexican moonshine, and had one of those nights that seemed to last forever, filled with laughter and deep conversation. Needless to say, Sarah got home at the reasonable hour of 7am the next morning.
As it turned out, they had both independently moved back to their parents’ houses within weeks of each other. Sarah’s parents had left to go on their first cross country RV trip, so Sarah and Chandler spent most of their time at her parent’s house. Their days consisted of cooking elaborate meals, drinking great wine, and listening to music by the fire as they grew to learn each other again.
They went to Electric Forest Music Festival together and fell more deeply in love while dancing the night away, laughing with friends, and watching the sunrise every morning. Then Sarah left for Europe for three months, solo. They reluctantly said goodbye. Within weeks, they were already discussing the possibility of Chandler flying out to meet her. Sarah sponsored his trip to Portugal with the caveat that he plan that leg of the trip. They had adventures all over, fueled by incredible wine, beautiful strangeness, music, and more late nights spent talking about everything and anything. They said goodbye again. Sarah kept going. Chandler flew home.
After visiting friends in Colorado, they each, independently, came to the same quiet conclusion: Denver felt right. Each of them thought they were pushing too hard for it. Each of them thought the other wasn’t really interested. Then they had the conversation where that finally came out, and within a month, they had packed up and moved to Denver.
Since September 2024, Chandler and Sarah have lived in their house in Denver, Colorado near Washington Park, less than five minutes from Chandler’s sisters. They’ve met amazing people and look forward to what the future will bring. They go to concerts and music festivals, take long drives up into the mountains, and travel whenever they can. The thread held. It always did.