We met in band when we were in high school. I thought he was a dork and he thought I was beautiful. Junior year we became best friends (2012). We hung out everyday after school, Popeye's chicken and naps were the favorite (still is). He knew he loved then and I wasn't ready to admit it but, I did know that I never wanted him to leave me. Also that we would always be in each others lives. Fast forward two years we are graduating, I moved to Arizona a week later. Shortly after, we tried dating long distance, but it wasn't in God's plan. We had so much to go through and learn about life and ourselves. We didn't talk to each for a whole year. Then one day, he calls. It was like nothing had ever happen between us and we were best friends once again. I decided to visit Louisiana and I knew I had to see him while I was there. So we made a date and he came over to my mom's house like had so many times before, but this time was different. Here I see the same boy (kind, genuine, funny, and all around wonderful), but now wrapped in a man, walking up my mom's driveway. Subconsciously, I knew this time it's different. From that moment, neither one of us could stop thinking of the other one. Within months, I decided to move back to Louisiana to be with him. And on August 15th, 2016 he flew for the first time to Arizona, I picked him up from the airport. The next day we drove together from Phoenix, AZ to Lake Charles, LA. 19 hours in 2 days. By the end of the trip we were more in love than when we started. Three years later we are getting married, and we love each other more and more everyday and he is still my best friend.