On June 7, 2017, I received a message from someone who had no idea they were about to change my life forever. It was just a simple message—but it felt like something shifted. I replied right away, and from that moment, we clicked. Instantly, effortlessly. We became the best of friends almost overnight. Talking to them felt easy—like breathing. I had finally found someone I could truly be myself with. Someone who made me laugh, who listened, who saw me. And somewhere between those conversations, I realized I was already falling in love. We started spending time together, and it felt like we had known each other for years. Everything about it was natural. Comfortable. Beautiful. Though our personalities couldn’t be more different—we balanced each other perfectly. It was like we were opposite puzzle pieces that somehow fit together just right. Then, on August 3, 2017, we made it official. That was the day I stopped wondering what love felt like—because I knew. I had found it. In a message, in a friend, in a soul that mirrored mine in all the best ways. From there, our love only grew—stronger and deeper with each passing year. We celebrated anniversaries, shared unforgettable memories, and built a bond that felt unshakable. We laughed a lot, learned even more, and stood by each other through it all. On December 21, Tony proposed. We had already decided—mutually and wholeheartedly—that it was time to take the next step. And yet, he still wanted to do it the traditional way. So, with love in his heart and intention in his eyes, he asked me to be his forever. We said yes to a future we’d already started building. We set our wedding date, and now—it’s coming up so soon. We’re going on eight years of love, and soon, we’ll be united as one before God. And the rest? It’s the part we’re still writing—hand in hand, heart to heart, with love that was always meant to be.