We’re getting married!

The first time Mason and I met, it felt like the universe paused just long enough for the two of us to notice each other. There wasn’t anything dramatic about it — no fireworks, no movie‑style slow motion — just a quiet, familiar feeling, like recognizing a song you didn’t realize you already knew by heart. We clicked easily. We laughed too much. We understood each other in ways that didn’t need explaining. But life, being life, had its own timing. We were the right people… just not at the right moment. So we drifted apart — not out of anger, not out of indifference, but because sometimes the world asks you to grow separately before you can grow together. Still, neither of us really forgot. There was always that soft tug, that tiny spark that never fully went out. And then one day — unexpectedly, effortlessly — we found our way back to each other. This time, the timing didn’t get in the way. This time, we are both ready. Rekindling wasn’t dramatic; it was gentle. It felt like picking up a book you loved and realizing the next chapter was even better than you remembered. It felt like coming home.