Welcome to our love story

Many years ago, Dylan first laid eyes on me at a party through a mutual friend. From that moment on, he never forgot me. Even though I was unavailable at the time, he would ask about me several times a year, always checking in on my life and insisting—confidently—that one day I would be his wife. His persistence never faded, even after rejection. He kept tabs through our mutual friend, quietly hoping for the right moment. Eventually, Dylan decided to try one last time—and this time, I said yes to “just one date.” I was curious about how someone could be so consistent for so long, and I wanted to finally see who he was beyond the lingering gazes between us. When I accidentally arrived 30 minutes late to our first date, as soon I got a glimpse of him sitting at the table, my heart sank and my nerves completely took over. I’ve never been this nervous about no man! But the moment we locked eyes, something felt different in a way I had never experienced before. We talked for hours. Dylan was patient and a true gentleman—and he didn’t even mind my rude sense of humor. He was just as silly! Despite my nerves, I felt strangely comfortable, as if I had known him forever. He cared for me as if he had known me forever—or at least as if he truly wanted to. He was attentive, gentle, and thoughtful, choosing his words with care. At a time when I wasn’t quite myself, I unexpectedly found comfort in him. With him, I felt softer… a version of myself I didn’t even know I was missing. My face was even starting to hurt from blushing all night. After lunch, we went to a basketball game, and before we knew it, it was time to go our separate ways. Even though we both tried to act unbothered, neither of us wanted the day to end. I thought I was going crazy because, how could I not want to leave this stranger!? I remember singing and smiling all the way home. From that first date on, it was clear that Dylan’s persistence wasn’t accidental—it was destiny. Thank you Lord, for my chocolate baby !

I can still remember the first moment I saw her. It all started at a party nothing special on the surface. Just music, people talking over each other, laughter filling the room. But somehow, in the middle of all that noise, everything got quiet when I noticed her. I can’t fully explain it, but deep down I knew that’s her. Not just someone I’d talk to for the night, not just a passing moment. I knew, without understanding how, that she was the one I would marry. The truth is, I wasn’t the best version of myself back then. I had things in my life that needed fixing habits, mindset, priorities. But there was something about her presence that stirred something different in me. It wasn’t just attraction. It was conviction. The kind that makes you stop and look at yourself honestly. That night didn’t end with some grand moment between us. But it started something inside me. I remember going home and praying in a way I hadn’t before. It wasn’t routine or forced it was real. I told the Lord, “If she’s meant for me, then I need to get myself together.” And over time, I began to feel like He was revealing that to me slowly, patiently. Not just about her, but about me. About the man I needed to become. Time passed. Life kept moving, and I kept growing imperfectly, but intentionally. Then one day, I saw her again… at another party. Same kind of setting, but I wasn’t the same person. I had been working on myself mentally, spiritually, emotionally. I was in a better place… but if I’m being honest, I still wasn’t fully ready for her. This time, though, it felt different. Not just because I had changed, but because I was aware. Aware of what I felt. Aware of what it could be. And aware that something like this shouldn’t be rushed. So I didn’t force it. I let time do what it does. I kept growing. Kept becoming. Eventually, I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I needed to know more about her who she really was beyond those moments I had seen. So I asked my brother about her. And what he told me… it wasn’t just information. It was confirmation. Everything I had felt from the beginning the quiet certainty, the pull toward becoming better, the timing it all started to make sense. It felt like God wasn’t just showing me who she was… but when I was finally supposed to step forward. And in that moment, I knew. So I buckled down and I asked her again. This time… she said yes.