December 3, 2021 at 6:07PM Sitting on the tarmac waiting to take off. Soul is happy but mind is a bit active. Thinking about tonight. How we’ll talk and laugh, and how I’ll find the right way to tell you tonight how I’m a hopeless romantic. That I do believe in the previously borrowed quote. “What’s for you will never miss you.” But that it’s not just that. It’s being an active participant in the process, in our own pursuit of happiness. When things align that make these potential moments, that we choose “yes.” They had been messaging and trading voice notes for a week or so when he had decided he would be an active participant in his own happiness. He would book a flight for the upcoming Saturday. Johannesburg, from his home in Cape Town. He would ask her to dinner, bank on her saying yes, and ultimately confirm what his heart was already telling him. That SHE was the one. So when that Friday morning arrived and a message appeared on his phone explaining that her plans that evening had fallen through and that if he was going to be in town, they could meet a day earlier than planned, he saw it as a sign. That when things do align to make a potential moment, he would indeed say yes. A few hours later, sitting on the tarmac typing those words to himself into his phone, it all seemed right. What’s for you will never miss you. And it didn’t. For they met and fell in love. As soon as she walked through the doors if you ask him. Shortly thereafter if you ask her. A courtship he had never known, the answers she had always longed for. A first faux Christmas, as they called it, turning into a real Christmas. The romance of a long distance relationship becoming a far further distance relationship, juggling time zones as best they could as he left the country. An Italian restaurant setting as their first date, fast forward to kneeling beside Italy's Lake Como asking for her hand in marriage. December 3, 2021 to December 3, 2024. Love continues to know no bounds.