We’re getting married

Chris and I met in 2020 while we were both working at Dollar Tree. The manager asked me to train him — which honestly irritated me a little because I was still new myself. I remember noticing he didn’t have a name tag on, so I said, “Aye boy, what’s your name?” He looked around confused, and I said, “I’m right here.” He thought I sounded funny… and little did I know, I was unknowingly meeting the love of my life. About a week later, he asked for my number. His phone froze at the exact moment he tried to put it in — so instead, he put his number in my phone. Looking back, it feels like fate stepped in and said, “Let me handle this.” We started off as friends. Just two coworkers talking, laughing, learning each other. Then one day he helped me with my college math class. I could tell he was nervous — later I found out I was the first girl he had ever truly liked. And the crazy thing is… I liked him too. From that moment, something felt different. On February 18, 2021, we made it official. That was the day we became boyfriend and girlfriend. But truthfully, we had already been building something special — a friendship, a partnership, a safe place in each other. Since then, we’ve been best friends, partners, goofballs, and companions through everything. Now our proposal story is something I will cherish forever. On November 12, 2024, I was studying for school and, of course, he was right there helping me. That’s who he is — always supporting me. At one point, he jokingly said, “If you get all the questions right, I’ll propose to you tonight.” I laughed it off, not thinking he was serious at all. He started quizzing me, and I was so focused on passing that test. My heart was racing, but only because I wanted to do well. When he told me I got two wrong, I immediately said, “There’s no way.” I just knew he had to be joking. I was more worried about getting a perfect score than anything else. I went downstairs to check my answers because I was determined to ace that test. A few moments later, he followed me downstairs and told me to close my eyes. I didn’t think anything of it. I closed them. When he told me to open them, I saw the love of my life on one knee. In that moment, everything slowed down. It was just me and him. No crowd. No big production. Just intimacy, sincerity, and pure love. The same man who helped me study, who believed in me, who let me be my full self — was asking me to spend forever with him. And that’s exactly how I always imagined it. Personal. Meaningful. Ours.