In this life, after all this time, we still choose each other. Were finally getting married.

This love story doesn’t stroll in a straight line… it haunts, disappears, and always finds its way back. We met in 2012, a spark that burned fast and vanished just as quickly. Life unraveled us in different directions, through storms neither of us saw coming. But like something written in ink that refuses to fade, we found our way back in 2014, built a life, nearly said forever… until timing pulled us apart again. Years passed. Lives changed. A daughter, distance, and more chapters of becoming. We crossed paths in 2021, both carrying more than we could hold, and again in 2024… close, but not quite aligned. One last almost at the end of 2025… until the beginning of the next year finally asked the question we couldn’t outrun: What are we doing, if not finding our way back to each other? Fourteen years, countless versions of us, and a love that refused to stay buried. He proposed on the anniversary of our very first date. Some stories don’t end. They wait… and begin again.