Right before Halloween in 2023, we matched on Tinder. We laugh about it now because we were each one of the first people we matched with after downloading the app. That first night, we hit it off immediately. We stayed up talking all night—literally all night—about anything and everything. From that day on, we talked every single day. He came to Durango for Halloween and asked me to come see him, but I was too scared, so I told him I was busy. Then, on November 3, 2023, we finally met for the first time. The first thing I said to him was, “5’9, huh?”—because, in my defense, he didn’t look that much taller than me. Three years later, he is, in fact, 5’9. We spent that night watching movies, then went for a drive out to McPhee to look at the stars and talk. The next morning, we went to breakfast before I headed home. It was perfect. I remember how easy everything felt—I wasn’t nervous. I felt safe. Three weeks later, I got scared because I was catching feelings, so I told him I just wanted to be friends… yes, I friend-zoned him. But he stayed. For two years, he stayed my best friend. We remained close through everything. Then, in March 2025, I called him and said, “So… do you want to try again? I miss you.” Of course, he said yes. On May 3, 2025, we made it official. And ten months later, on March 14, 2026, he asked me to marry him at our favorite place, Dunton Hot Springs.