The fog settled into the glen as the morning sun lifted the vail of darkness across the valley, and for the first time, he could see his path clearly. It felt as though he had been travelling this dirt road for an eternity of midnights, but now, as daylight battered his brow, he was greeted with the allure of optimism. Even though it had been an arduous journey, his soul fluttered with the feeling that this sunrise brought with it his purpose. And there she was. Gleaming with warmth of daylight, her smile lit the path ahead. ​“What’s your name?” he asked. ​“Tyra.” She replied. And between the breath of those four letters, he saw his past, present, and future. It was in this sacred land known to many as Las Vegas that the two became inseparable. This new and exciting trail led the pair to their first date at the West Wind drive-in theater where they were captivated by the enthralling tale of Bad Boys 3. Both hearts raced with the thrill of burgeoning adulation, and while neither could recall a singular moment of the film, both came away studied in the fascination of one another. Among this path of peaks and troughs, the two came to their first obstacle when work led him to the rich and bountiful lands of Southern California. Though mountains and wasteland now stood between them, they allowed nothing to distract from their purpose. The pair battled all manner of monster and malady and braved the perilous voyage across Interstate 15 to be together, until the day came when Jon, consecrated in song, let it be known to the world his intentions. And so, the two were together once again, and as each day passed, their relationship grew stronger than the day before. No earthquake could shake their foundation, no distance could separate their hearts. ​The day then came when the sun again met the horizon, this time as it began its descent into the sea. Our temperate duo stood high above the briny floor, on the tallest deck of their intrepid vessel. Their eyes studied the deepest parts of each other’s souls. The weather was tepid and the breeze steady, though his internal climate grew precipitous. His words, though brief, spoke a lifetime promise, and there, above that blue world, his stance broke and his knee fell to the floor under the immeasurable weight of his request. ​“Tyreeshia Destinie Henderson, will you marry me?” he longed. ​“Yes,” she hurriedly replied. At that moment, the crew lifted anchor, the sails caught wind, and our impassioned couple floated away into blissful posterity, glancing back at the road traveled but focusing ahead on the journey to come.