How many people can say they’ve loved their fiancé(e) for more than a decade before they got engaged? It sounds like something straight out of a fairy tale — or a sitcom!
But for us, that’s exactly what happened.
Dexter and I grew up in the same neighborhood, just a few houses apart. On a warm Sunday evening in the summer of 2004, we were out for a walk when we both quietly realized we felt something beyond friendship for one another. We fell in love.
The ten years that followed were rife with drama — dating and breakups and secret holiday kisses. In spite of all the ups and downs, we never stopped caring deeply for one another, even if we weren’t talking for a time.
As we grew older, we went our separate ways, but fate wasn’t done with us yet:
In 2014, I moved into a new apartment just a few streets aways from where Dexter was living (though we didn’t know it at the time).
My first morning in the new city, I was in a car accident. Having no friends or even acquaintances in the area, I called Dexter, who rescued me from a frigid and lonely parking lot. The next night, I invited him over to watch a movie and let him choose what we were to watch. He (of course) chose one guaranteed to make me cry (and therefore need consoling and cuddles).
Over the next few weeks, we rekindled our friendship and it quickly grew into something more. It didn’t take long for us to realize we wanted to be together forever. On a cold evening in December 2014, Dexter proposed to me in my home with my family. I said yes, and, come August 1st, we will spend the rest of our lives together, just as we always wanted.