Once upon a hallway of GOHS in 2005, two souls crossed paths at the tender age, guided by a mutual friend and the invisible strings of destiny. She-Doneisha Dyer-graced the room with her beauty, that quiet confidence wrapped in class and charm. He-Wilson H. Walker-stood tall, athletic, with eyes that seemed to hold a secret only she could decode. There was a spark-innocent, electric-but life had other plans. We crushed in silence, smiled in passing, and drifted like leaves on different winds. Fifteen years came and went. Seasons changed. And then, as if the universe whispered, "Now." I saw her again-this time through a glowing screen-but my heart remembered instantly. I sent the first message. She answered. And that was all it took. Our first date felt like a scene written before we were born. I was caught off guard by how effortlessly she made me laugh, how her softness could silence any storm. Doneisha was not just beautiful-she was kind, funny, and radiant in her role as a mother and woman. She says I swept her off her feet-charming, passionate, funny, and full of heart. But the truth? We were already falling. The moment I knew she was the one? It came from the lips of my daughter, innocent and pure: "Daddy, I love her." That was it. That was everything. And for her, it was the way her daughters looked at me-with trust, with love-and protection. That's when she knew too. Since then, we've walked through growth, through tough conversations and quiet victories. We've learned to hold space for each other's hearts, to protect each other's dreams, to speak gently when it's hard, and loudly when it's time to cheer. We don't just love each other. We care about what the other feels, thinks, and hopes. Our joy? It's mutual. Our peace? Shared. Our love? Intentional. What started as a high school almost-love turned into a once-in-a-lifetime forever. Not rushed. Not forced. Just... right. She is my balance. He is my safe place. And together, we are exactly where we're meant to be.