Emery and I grew up together, and from the very beginning, our connection was something rare—natural, easy, and full of warmth. Our friendship flowed like a river, calm and constant. Emery has always had this beautiful way of making people feel loved just by being himself. He’s sweet, hilarious in the most unexpected ways, and one of those rare souls who’ll call you out of nowhere just to hear your voice, just to remind you that you matter. If you know Emery, you know about his signature calls on long drives home—those moments that turn into the best heart-to-hearts. I always looked forward to them. We could talk about anything and everything, or sometimes nothing at all—and still, it felt meaningful. His presence, even just through a phone, had this way of grounding me. He has a calm strength that makes you feel safe, and a joy that lifts the room without even trying. We went through a time when life pulled us apart. We weren’t as close, and for a while, it seemed like that chapter had quietly closed. But some bonds are too deep to break. A mutual friend—like a thread woven by fate—kept drawing us back together. Eventually, we realized the truth: we missed each other. Not just the conversations, but the energy, the connection, the love that had always quietly lived between us. Then came March 9th, 2024. A day I’ll always remember. I decided to stop holding back and speak my heart. I told him that I wanted him—fully, openly, intentionally. That I wanted him to be my man—my man, my man. He listened with that quiet thoughtfulness he always carries, and he told me something that made me love him even more: that he wanted to grow. He wanted to focus on becoming the man he knew he could be—spiritually, emotionally, in every way. I respected that deeply. I told him I wasn’t in a rush. I just wanted to be by his side, to support him, to walk with him as he became even more of the man Jehovah is shaping him to be. That’s when something shifted. After talking things over with those he trusted, he reached back out. The calls started again. The texts. The laughs. The late-night conversations. And since then, we’ve talked every single day. He makes me feel safe, cherished, and truly seen. He listens with his whole heart. He makes me laugh when I need it most. He lifts me when I’m low. He never tries to change me—he just loves me, fully and freely, for exactly who I am. And I love him. With everything I have. There’s something truly sacred about what we have. Emery is special—not just to me, but in the way he walks through this world. His love for Jehovah matches my own. We share not just feelings, but a foundation. We both strive to love each other in the way Jehovah teaches us to—with patience, kindness, forgiveness, and deep, enduring loyalty. We love spending time together—whether we’re out laughing with friends, having deep conversations, or simply sitting in silence. With him, everything feels like home. And as I look ahead, I don’t just see him in my life—I can’t imagine life without him. He’s my person. My safe place. My joy. My answered prayer. Our sweet love letter,

Rebecca, has always been one of the most amazing people I've known. From the time we were growing up and spending time together, she had this energy—a vibe—that I was always drawn to. She’s funny, sweet, strong, thoughtful, and incredibly caring. She’s everything anyone could ever hope for in a person. We’d have six-hour phone calls that felt like six minutes. I never got tired of talking to her. It always felt like we were just an arm’s length away, even when life had us miles apart. There was a stretch when we stopped talking—things got quiet—but no matter how much I tried to move forward or ignore those lingering feelings, I could never forget about her. Then one day, a mutual friend gave things a little nudge… and just like that, it felt like we were right back in sync. Out of the blue, Rebecca decided to open up and lay her feelings on the table. Man, I’ll tell you—it was a whirlwind after that. Since then, it’s been a beautiful rollercoaster, full of joy, growth, and love. Rebecca has been the perfect partner. She believes in me, pushes me to be the best version of myself, and constantly shows me what true love looks like. Having her in my corner has given me the courage to move through life with confidence and peace. Our shared love for Jehovah has only deepened our bond. It’s the foundation of everything we’re building. I can say this with complete certainty: as long as we continue to put Jehovah first and hold on to each other the way we have, we will always be happy. Always in love. She’s not just the best—she’s my best.