I remember thinking, “She looks familiar… where do I know her from?” I was on my lunch break at Jersey Mike’s, and I saw her talking with her coworkers. I thought about going over to introduce myself, but I didn’t want to interrupt, so I let it go. Later that day, scrolling through Instagram after work, I saw her again — and that’s when it clicked. I recognized that beautiful smile on her pretty face. A few weeks passed, and I saw her again, this time up close. Still, I didn’t say anything. She was clearly distressed because her car had been stolen, and I remember thinking, “Is this woman heaven-sent or something?” On the ride home, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I wondered if God was placing this woman in my life for a reason — or if it was all just a coincidence. One day while scrolling on social media, her post popped up on my timeline. I thought, “I’m about to shoot my shot,” but my overthinking kicked in. I didn’t want to be just another guy in her inbox. So I went to the bathroom at work and said a prayer, asking God for wisdom and asking Him that if she was the one, to make it possible. I got distracted with work and forgot to message her. Weeks went by. Then one day, I saw her again — this time on Instagram Live — and I decided I wasn’t going to let the moment pass me by. I sent her a message: “Hi beautiful, how are you?” She replied immediately. We talked a little, just small conversation, and I finally asked her out. She was out of town at the time and told me she’d hit me up when she got back if she had free time. I didn’t push it. Honestly, I thought it was a brush-off like most people do on social media. But she was different — she kept her word. She told me she had some free time on a Saturday afternoon. I asked what kind of food she liked and if she liked salmon. She said yes, so I invited her to Kabob Land — one of my favorite spots in the city. We ate and talked for almost three hours, and everything about her felt right. Our chemistry was unlike anything I had ever experienced. From that first date on, we started dating, and after a year of not being able to keep our minds — or hands — off each other, she asked me to be her man. I said yes. I fell in love with her slowly but surely. Like most relationships, we had our ups and downs as we got comfortable and began to show our true selves. But at her worst, in a moment filled with confusion and mistakes, she was woman enough to tell me the absolute truth. That’s when I knew. I asked God for her to be my wife. I had never fought for a relationship before. My pride always told me to walk away. But this time was different. She felt like my mirror — the female version of me. So I chose to trust God and trust the process, because I truly believe God wouldn’t bring her into my life if she wasn’t the right one. They say everything gets better with time, and so far, that’s been true. I’m grateful that we’re still working through things, still growing, and still learning to love each other through God.