We met in New York City through a mutual friend group. Neither of us was looking for anything serious and definitely not expecting to meet each other. That first day was fun but distant, like two souls quietly circling, not realizing how close we already were. There were these wild, little moments. Angel would be describing the kind of woman he dreamed of, and without even hearing the conversation, I’d walk in and start talking about those exact things. The universe was already whispering. The second day, I wasn’t even supposed to go out. It was a last-minute decision, and thank God I did. That night changed everything. We started to test the waters. He trusted me enough to knock a bottle off his head. He taught me how to ride a bike. And the night ended with a kiss so romantic, I had to ask for another one. The next morning, Angel went back to North Carolina. But our connection didn’t leave with him. We texted nonstop. Talked on the phone for hours. And before I knew it, I was boarding a flight to North Carolina, where he picked me up from the airport with flowers in hand and took me on our very first date to a beautiful farm. That same farm? It’s where he took me back later to propose. He came back to New York, met my family, and officially asked me to be his girlfriend. From there, everything just clicked. Effortlessly. Naturally. Divinely. Our love wasn’t something we were looking for. It’s something that found us. Aligned. Guided. Grounded together... just like 222 said it would be.