We first met in February 2019, at my cousin’s quinceañera—two souls crossing paths without knowing what the future held. Time passed, life moved on, but destiny had its own plans. In November 2020, we reconnected… and this time, something deeper clicked. What started as a conversation turned into a connection, and then love began to bloom—genuine, unexpected, and strong.
What drew me in was his unwavering determination and deep dedication to God. He wasn’t like anyone I had met before. In a world full of noise, he stood grounded in faith, and I saw in him not just a partner, but someone I could trust with my heart and future.
Like any love story worth telling, ours didn’t come without challenges. We faced whispers, judgment, and the weight of our age difference. But we stood firm—choosing each other over opinions, and faith over fear.
One of my favorite memories is our first kiss—simple and shy. It happened on a quiet ride through the countryside, on our way to my house. We were nervous, almost afraid of the moment, and all we did was softly press our lips together. But it was tender and unforgettable—the kind of memory that stays with you forever.
We got engaged on December 3, 2023, and sealed our promise with a courthouse wedding on June 13, 2024. Just two days later, we stood before God, family, and friends for our Christian ceremony on June 15—a moment that felt like everything was finally as it should be.
Our love is far from perfect, but it’s real. We’ve argued, cried, prayed, and healed together. And even in the hard moments, we always find our way back to understanding. That’s what makes it strong—it’s not about being flawless, it’s about being willing.
This is just the beginning of a lifetime of growing, learning, and choosing each other—day after day, with faith, love, and grace.
