They didn’t fall in love overnight. Theirs is the kind of story that started with friendship, faith, and timing only God could’ve arranged. It was the summer of 2022. She was bartending at Logie’s in Norman, juggling two jobs to fund her dream of becoming a fashion designer. He remembers the first time they met—how he asked her name and what she wanted to do in life. She told him bartending was just a stepping stone. She doesn’t remember that night, but a week later, he came back. She gave him a polite “maybe” when he asked if she remembered him. He knew she didn’t—but he was just happy to see her again. That weekend, she invited him out with her best friend Autumn and a few others. He drove from Newcastle late at night just to be there. She sang karaoke all night, and he sat by the bar—watching her light up the room. That night became a memory they both held onto—June 27th. As time passed, they grew close. He became part of her world without ever pushing. Even while she was in a relationship, he respected her boundaries and simply stayed near. She admired that about him—his gentleness and his patience. And when things began to unravel in her life, she admired the quiet way he wanted to care for her. As someone who had always been deeply independent, it was hard for her to let go and allow someone to take the lead. But he never tried to take anything from her—he only offered more: more peace, more kindness, more space to be soft. And she loved that about him. He saw the parts of her most people missed—her high-functioning anxiety, depression, ADHD—all the things she masked so well. Instead of being overwhelmed, he simply stayed. What he gave her was something she didn’t even know she needed: Mental. Gentle. Healing…. No mask. No pressure. Just peace. He admired her too—how she always saw the good in others, how her kind heart stayed open, even when life had given her reasons to shut down. In her hardest moments, he still saw beauty in her. And all he wanted to do was help bring her back to life. The first time he heard her talk about Bible study with her grandmother, everything clicked. She spoke of her grandparents—how spiritually united they were, how her grandfather led the family in faith—and he wanted to be that for her too. He shared that his own grandfather began studying with Jehovah’s Witnesses. Soon after, he began attending meetings with her. Not to impress her—but because her faith moved him, too. Looking back now, neither of them would change a thing. They became best friends before anything else. Their love grew slowly, spiritually, steadily—and it’s only gotten stronger. She was the beautiful light he had been waiting for. He was the quiet answer to prayers she didn’t even know she’d spoken. Together, they’ve created a love story rooted in friendship, grounded in faith, and growing deeper every day.