We have actually known each other for quite some time now - about 10 years. It all began our freshman year of high school, when we were introduced by our mutual friend (and Conor's best man), Blake Harper. We spent the next eight years admiring one another from afar, until Conor finally got the courage to ask Blake to play matchmaker. It was an ideal scenario: Conor in San Luis Obispo and Alyssa in New York City. What better way to begin a relationship? A few months of light conversation led to a six hour long date on New Year's Eve while we were both in town for Christmas. We fell for each other quickly and began dating long distance, until Conor (finally) made the move to NYC in July 2017.
A year after Conor moved, on my 25th birthday, the question was POPPED! Conor had planned a secret dessert at an unnamed location to follow a nice evening out to celebrate my birthday. Without any hints along the way, Conor led me back to my apartment where dessert had been "delivered". I opened the front door to find my living room filled with hundreds of lit candles, stringed twinkle lights, flowers, and french music. To note, there was dessert (and champagne too). Despite my disbelief and shock, I knew what was about to happen. Conor said a few words before we were both in tears. He got down on one knee and said "Alyssa Lauren Taylor, will you marry me?" and I said yes. We laughed, we cried, we danced, and we popped champagne. La fin.