A few years ago, we were both focused on school, figuring out our careers, and just enjoying life on our own. Relationships were not really on the radar. Then came Halloween—and Dylan. It was one of those nights where everything felt right. Dylan was wearing a cowboy hat, and naturally, we could not resist little playful stealing. From that moment, we both felt something shift, even if we were not sure what it was yet. Not long after, Dylan came to Wilmington to visit. His truck “just happened” to break down, so he stayed with us longer than expected. He was definitely flirting, but we were still just getting to know each other. There was no rush, but something was starting to spark. It was one of those weekends that felt effortless. Time flew by, and looking back, we both knew things were shifting, even if we had not said it out loud yet. Dylan got a job helping build the new library at my school, so he started visiting more often. Some days he’d drive for hours just to spend a little time together. Everything about it just felt comfortable and natural, like we were slowly finding our rhythm. He casually said he was going to marry me one day. It was Christmas morning, and we were both laughing, but we both secretly kind of meant it, even if we did not fully know what that meant at the time. Two years after we met, Dylan took me on our first real date for Valentine’s Day. There were roses, dinner, and even a kiss in the rain. It felt like a scene straight out of a rom-com—and it was perfect for us. From there, we started really building our life together. We traveled, moved in together, and eventually bought our first house. It was a whirlwind, but everything felt right. We were there, and Dylan completely ignored my “no proposals here” rule. He proposed anyway. And, of course, we both said yes. Still in love, still laughing, and ready for the next adventure—surrounded by the people we love most. Our story keeps unfolding, and we are excited to see what comes next.