We're getting married!

The moment our love story began was etched in the magic of the night in February 2018. The air buzzed with celebration, laughter, and the excitement of new beginnings. I had been out with my friends when I finally made my way home, where my brother’s small yet lively party was already in full swing. Unbeknownst to me, fate had already set the stage for an encounter that would change my life forever. As I stepped inside and made my way downstairs to the heart of the party, I turned the corner— and there she was. Jess. A vision of effortless beauty, standing alone yet glowing in the dim light, as if she belonged to a different world. Our eyes met, and time folded into itself, the universe aligning in a single, breathtaking moment. My heart pounded as if it already knew what my mind was just beginning to realize—I was falling for her, instantly and unconditionally. Throughout the night, we danced in the silent language of glances, stolen moments that spoke of curiosity, desire, and something far deeper. Though I spent time with my friends, my thoughts never strayed from her. She had arrived with a mutual friend of my brother’s, and as fate would have it, she left behind a small yet fateful piece of herself—her sunglasses. When I heard she had forgotten them, I saw my opening. My pulse quickened as I volunteered to return them, knowing it was the perfect excuse to see her again. Meanwhile, she was already searching for me, trying to uncover who this stranger was who had captured her interest. That night, I reached out, and though our conversation was brief, it was filled with promise. A connection had sparked, subtle yet undeniable. The next day, as the sun painted the sky with golden hues, we messaged back and forth, arranging the perfect excuse to meet again. I offered to drop off her sunglasses, but more than that, I asked if she’d like to spend some time together, to get to know each other beyond the fleeting glances of the night before. To my delight, she agreed. Her best friend, who happened to be my brother’s friend as well, reassured her that I was someone she could trust. But deep down, I knew she wouldn’t have said yes if she hadn’t already felt what I had—an unspoken pull toward something neither of us fully understood yet. When I picked her up, there was a charged anticipation between us, an intoxicating energy that made the air feel electric. We drove aimlessly through Perry Hall, lost in the rhythm of each other’s voices, unraveling our stories, discovering the beautiful parallels between us. Time melted away as we parked in a quiet shopping center, sharing laughter, music, and secrets beneath the soft glow of streetlights. It felt like we had known each other in another lifetime, like our souls were simply finding their way back home. The irony of it all? We shared nearly identical names—Jessica Robyn Morris and Brayden Robert Morris. It was as if the universe had been whispering our fate long before we even met. The night deepened, but we weren’t ready to part ways just yet. Back at my house, we discovered another shared passion—chess. I prided myself on my skills, rarely meeting an opponent who could best me. But Jess, with her clever mind and confident smirk, did the unthinkable—she won. Her triumph was met with playful teasing and the kind of laughter that felt like music to my ears. I made sure to redeem myself in the games that followed, but her victory that night became one of my favorite memories. As she finally left with her sunglasses in hand, she also took a piece of my heart with her. From that moment on, we were inseparable. Late-night conversations, lingering touches, whispered confessions—we built something beautiful, something real. And now, six years later, that fateful night has led us here, to a love so deep and true that it defies time itself. We are getting married, sealing the love that was written in the stars the moment our eyes first met. Jess & Bray—forever.