You met Milo Manheim when you were 18, newly living in the US and hopelessly lost trying to find your way around. He stopped to help you with directions—and then, somehow, you kept running into him on the streets over the next few weeks. It turned into casual chats, then hanging out “just as friends”… until, five months later, you realized you were falling for each other. By 21, you were walking down the aisle, and Milo—at 22—was grinning like the world’s luckiest man. Now, at 23 and 24, you’re still hopelessly in love and a little obsessed with each other, no matter how much you pretend to play it cool.