Toward the end of 2017, I was walking into church to serve in the choir when I noticed a new face standing outside. We exchanged simple greetings, nothing remarkable, nothing that hinted at what was to come. Later, he was introduced as the new keyboardist, and somewhere between rehearsals and shared moments in service, a friendship began to unfold. By early 2018, that friendship had grown into something deeper, something undeniable. Around that same time, he left Lagos for his NYSC, while I remained, navigating my own path toward admission into school. Distance came early, but so did intention. Then came a moment I would never forget — he travelled all the way back from camp to Lagos just to spend my birthday with me while I was unwell. In that quiet, selfless act, I saw a love that was thoughtful, steady, and rare. We officially began dating in 2018, building memories and growing together through every season. But in 2020, life took us in different directions. Distance and timing created a pause in our story. For a while, we went our separate ways… but some love stories are written with a second chapter in mind. In 2023, our paths crossed again in Lagos, and what started as a renewed friendship quickly reminded us of everything we had once shared. Only this time, we were different, more grounded, more certain, and more aligned. In September of that year, we chose to begin again. On August 31st, 2025, he asked me to marry him, a moment that felt like everything had come full circle. Now, we look forward to saying “I do” on that same date in 2026, celebrating a love shaped by time, strengthened by distance, and anchored in purpose. Our journey hasn’t been linear, but it has been intentional, resilient, and deeply rooted in love. And this… is only the beginning.