Some love stories start with fireworks. Ours started with... a ghosting. 👻

We first connected in late 2021, but after a few conversations, someone (we won’t name names) disappeared. Life was busy, the timing was off, and honestly, it just didn’t feel like anything was going to come of it in a time where love was on the back-burner for me. Fast forward to December 2022 — after a full year of radio silence — he slid back into the messages with a simple offer: “Let me take you out.”

There was just one small problem. A very unfortunate accident had me off my feet—literally. I couldn’t walk, so our date had to wait. And wait. And wait. But after a whole month of patience (and probably some Googling on how to impress a girl who’s temporarily out of commission), we finally went on our first date. Sparks? Check. Butterflies? Double check. Best friends and potential significant others, all in one night? You better believe it. From the very beginning, he swears he knew. Like, cue-the-sappy-romcom-montage knew. Meanwhile, I—being the logical, head-over-heart type—took a little longer to catch up. But even I couldn’t deny that something just clicked that night. It felt like finding a best friend you didn’t know you were missing, like a piece of magic hiding in plain sight.

Since then, it’s been a wild ride. We’ve broken up and found our way back, tackled long distance with his deployment and my journey into veterinary school, and even had a totally innocent run-in with a cop (no questions, please). Through it all, we’ve never stopped choosing each other — every single time.

Our love story isn’t perfect, but it’s ours. A little chaotic, a little unexpected, and full of laughter, adventure, and grace. And now, we can’t wait to start the next chapter — together, forever. 💍✨