To make a long story short, we met through someone we had in common. To make a short story long, from the moment we heard one another’s voice, it was an instant connection. There was a silent agreement that we would be in one another’s lives for a long time, little did we know, it would be forever. I found myself thinking about him constantly, looking for an excuse to talk to him again, even though at the time, I was convinced that it was because we were just friends. We talked everyday, and haven’t stopped since. Caleb quickly became my closest friend, he was there for me every time I needed him. When I arrived in England it was no different. Caleb and his family took me under their wing, taking me to the places I had only dreamt of visiting. With each passing day, our bond grew stronger. Before we knew it, Caleb and I found ourselves in a quaint little art gallery in the Cotswolds. It was there that we knew our feelings for each other, without having to say a word (because Caleb nearly passed out after some pre-marital eye contact). Our journey together then lead us to Bath, the last leg of our trip. We began to recognise what lay before us, a tearful goodbye. Neither of us were sure if we would begin a relationship, or if the other was willing to take on the distance. Yet, on the tenth of June, two-thousand and twenty-one, Caleb took a leap and asked me if I would be his. If you couldn’t tell already, I said yes (and it wouldn’t be the last time).