Guersy and I started as friends, but looking back, there were little moments that hinted at something more. Like the time after Bible study when he somehow convinced me to hold his “cold” hands, and we sat there talking for ten minutes. I felt something, but I definitely wasn't about to let him know that. He wasn't overly touchy, so the small things stood out—walking me to my car, lingering a little longer, finding subtle ways to be close. For someone on the quieter side, he was surprisingly intentional. As he likes to say, he knew what he wanted, and he went for it. During a season when I was feeling a so alone, he showed up for me in such a genuine way. What started as simple hangouts turned into something deeper. One night over pizza, he finally told me he had liked me for a while. To both of our surprise, I admitted I had been noticing him too. Before moving forward, we decided to spend a weekend praying and fasting. By the end of it, I knew. Our first official date included flowers, Italian food, and ending the night on a blanket in the park talking for hours. At the end of that date, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and from then I noticed I had never felt this way before. I had never been so happy with a boyfriend before or missed them so much. What I didn't realize then was that I wasn't just finding a boyfriend—I was finding my best friend. He's my calm in every storm, the person who makes ordinary days feel special and plans our best adventures and memories. Whether it's helping me through a difficult season, making me laugh when I need it most, or simply sitting beside me while we work, he has a way of making life feel lighter. Most importantly, he has shown me what it feels like to be known, seen and loved. His love is patient, intentional, and selfless, and through it I see a reflection of God's love. He continually points me toward Christ. Before Guersy, marriage felt like something in the distant future.This wasn't something i looked for ro planed for, which made it even better. With him, Marriage feels like freedom. Freedom to be myself, freedom to be loved deeply, and freedom to build a life with someone who chooses me every single day. Finally, a week after our two-year anniversary, he planned the most beautiful surprise at The Whitney in downtown Detroit. Candles, rose petals, flowers, and a necklace symbolizing his infinite love. He read me a poem, and that poem became his proposal. Of course, I said yes. And now, we can't wait to begin our greatest adventure yet as husband and wife in September 2026. 🤍

We met on a stage neither of us thought would lead down the path. An acting ministry group called MK. I remember noticing her almost immediately; it was as if my eyes had made a quiet decision before I ever did. She carried herself with a king of ease that made it seem like she had always belonged there. Come to find out that she hadn’t, and she was also a new member as well, just braver about it than I. Where I was more reserved, she was open. Where I kept to myself, she reached outward. She had a way of drawing people in around her, making everyone feel seen, and somehow she made space for me. That was the first thing that I noticed and lingered in my brain. Not just how she spoke or smiled, but how she loved the people around her. I remember thinking to myself, “I want her to be in my life”. At the time, I thought I meant as a friend. Regardless, something in me was already leaning towards her. No matter how crowded the rooms were, my eyes would find her and stay on her. I didn't understand it then, but one thing for sure, watching her live she felt was beautiful to view. So for the first time, I did something I had never really done before. I didn't wait for friendship to happen. I pursued her to become friends with me. And being her friend felt like discovering something steady and warm, something I didn’t know I had been missing. Then she left for Spain. And strangely, despite the distance, I realized how much I wanted her close. I would rearrange my days just to catch a moment with her, to hear her voice on a long bus ride. Conversations with her became something I looked forward to; however, life moves as it always does. We drifted for a time, spring turned to summer and the conversation between us started to decrease and our relationship went quiet. But even in the silence, there was never a closing. Come fall time in senior year, she was back in my world as naturally as if no time had passed between us. A simple “hey” on a random, ordinary walk to class becomes the rekindling of something again. We found our way back to each other, laughing together, and building something side by side. And somewhere in those ordinary days, my feelings stopped being quiet. They grew steadily, deeply, and undeniably. So I did the only thing I knew to do. I prayed. I hoped. And then with very shaking hands and a heart beating louder than my own voice, I just let the words fall out. I remember that my eyes were glued to the wall and floor as the words left my mouth. At the end, I finally looked up at her, and there she was smiling, being bashful, and radiant, it was a face I would never forget.She didn't answer right away, she took time, she prayed, she fasted, and she came back to me. When we talked, it was not just with words, but with certainty. “I want you”! And I remember thinking to myself, “she wants me?”. From that moment on, everything changed and still somehow felt as it was meant to be. She became my person. The one I can trust, laugh, and grow with. The one who knows me and still chooses me. She is now my fiancee, but more than that she is, and always will be, my best friend.