We met when I moved in next door to his sister. I knocked on her door one night to invite her over to hang out with me and a couple friends and he was with her. I told her he could come with and we all hung out that night. We continued to hang out as a group and got closer and closer. As time passed, we started spending more time together just the two of us. As cliche as it sounds, the rest is history!

When I got home from work, I walked into our home to candles on the floor that spelled out the words "I love you" and cute little notes attached to memories spread around the room. Memories like, Monorail tickets, from when we went to Las Vegas, and a bracelet, from when we went to the trampoline park, even a few stale Starbursts from a silly present I gave him on his birthday the first year we were together! On the wall, under a collage of pictures of the two of us, was a box I had made him with our initials on it and the day we started dating. There was some mushy gushy talk and he pulled out a ring. I cried and cried and cried some more, and said "Yes!"