Our story begins at the beginning of March 2020 before the calamity of a worldwide epidemic. It was a typical Sunday morning in the church choir when I noticed a handsome fellow in a pew singing and worshipping. Out of curiosity, I asked my best friend standing next to me who that man was. She responded with, “That's Alex.” After a glance and a pause, she continued with, “If y'all ever date, get him a haircut.” That was the end of it, or so I thought. Days later, everything was called off and was postponed until further notice. News reports about a virus were surfacing and soon taking over every news station. Church was cancelled, school was postponed, and jobs were halted. Weeks of quarantine had led to an overwhelming amount of people connecting to others on social media. It was a way to have some sort of social life. I had gone on Instagram one day, and I saw that Alex posted something. I replied to it, and soon endless messages were sent. We were getting to know each other through two screens miles apart. After a month of back-and-forth continuous messaging, Alex finally decided to ask me out. He just needed to find a place in a flipped, upside world to go on said date. A park close by to both of our houses ended up being the perfect location. Soon enough, calls that went into the wee hours of the morning ensued, constant arrangements to be with one another took place, repeated trips to “our park” occurred, and a steady love that grew into a deeper one developed. A year and some months passed when he took me back to “our park” to pop the question. Now we are patiently waiting for the day we both get to say I do! P.S. Haircut happened.