With all my 🫀xoxo

Osa’s Perspective We met in person for the first time on Valentine’s Day, having only connected through messages before that. There was no grand buildup, no overwhelming expectation—just two people, genuinely curious about what the other was like. But when we finally met, something about the moment felt entirely different from anything I had imagined. He gave me a beautiful gift that was so thoughtfully chosen, something that reflected not just his generosity but a deeper understanding of me, even though we’d only just met. It wasn’t the kind of gift you give on a whim, but one that made me feel seen in a way I hadn’t expected. As the evening unfolded, we shared quiet conversations and laughter that felt effortless, and then, in a soft, honest moment, he looked at me and said he knew I was the one. It wasn’t dramatic, just an expression of certainty, and in that instant, I realized that what we had wasn’t just a coincidence or chance. It was something rare, something I couldn’t explain but deeply felt. It felt like home, something so beautiful I was sure would last. Zach’s Perspective Valentine’s Day was the big day. We’d only known each other through messages until then, and I’ll admit, I was nervous. I mean, meeting in person? There’s always the chance you’ll trip over your words—or worse, literally trip (I’m known for it). But from the moment I saw her, every goofy worry just melted away. I had this gift for her, and let’s just say it wasn’t your typical first-date gift. I’d spent way too long picking it out, hoping it’d be something she’d remember. And when I handed it to her and saw her smile, it was like, yes—this was exactly how I wanted it to feel. As the night went on, it just got better. We laughed, swapped stories, and at some point, I found myself just blurting out that she was the one. It wasn’t planned or anything, just something I’d felt. And I’ll never forget the way she looked at me then, like we’d known each other forever. It was that one-of-a-kind kind of night, one where I knew, I didn’t want any one else PS: I may or may not have driven home at 40 miles per hour, sticking to the slowest lane, because I couldn’t stop thinking about her and how amazing everything had felt. I’m pretty sure I was grinning like a goofball the whole way—just replaying the night over and over in my head.