Our love story began on a night I’ll never forget at Moonshine Flats in San Diego. It was one of those spontaneous evenings where I wasn’t expecting anything remarkable, just enjoying the music and the company. But fate had other plans. His ship had pulled into port, and he was looking for a place to take his mind off things after a tough stretch at sea. He wasn’t feeling his best, worn down by the long days and distance from home, but something compelled him to walk across the room when he saw me. I’m so thankful that, even in that moment of exhaustion, he chose to approach me. The moment we met, there was an undeniable spark. We spent the rest of the night talking as if we’d known each other for years. He had this ability to make me feel comfortable as if the whole bustling world around us had faded away. I could see his strength, resilience, and kind heart, and it drew me in. As the night unfolded, I realized I had met someone extraordinary. What started as a simple introduction turned into the beginning of something neither of us expected—a love that feels timeless. That night at Moonshine Flats became the start of our journey together, a moment we’ll always cherish. Now, looking back, I know that moment of courage, when he approached me even though he was feeling down, was the first of many reasons why I love him. It was the beginning of our story, and I’m so grateful that our paths crossed exactly when they did.