We first crossed paths at a school reunion back in 2019. He came as a plus one with a friend of mine, and though our words were few, something about him lingered a spark that felt both new and familiar, like my heart recognized him before my mind could catch up. Not long after, he left for boot camp, and life moved forward. We lost touch, but sometimes the heart quietly waits for what it knows is meant for it. Years later, in January 2025, fate did what it always promised to do it brought us back together. What started as a simple reconnection quickly became something unshakable, a love that felt destined. With him, everything was calm yet wild, safe yet thrilling like the sea meeting the shore after a long, wandering storm. He often says the gods had a hand in our story, and I believe they did. Because on September 18th, under the rising moon and the whisper of waves, he asked me to be his forever. The world seemed to hold its breath as the sky turned silver, and in that sacred moment, surrounded by the sound of the ocean and the pull of the moonlight, I said yes. Ours is a love written by fate fierce, faithful, and eternal. A love bound not just by promise, but by soul. ⚔️🌙❤️