Your love story is yours to write, and to tell, so make sure the decisions you make are ones that enhance the story for the better. I will also add that sometimes you don’t know when you’re actually writing your love story, so you should always carry yourself to your highest standard. You don’t want to fuck up your story.

I met Bae online via a social media site 10 years ago. I don’t know what was said, I only have emails that proved the connection happened. Then came a Facebook connection. Next, an opportunity to work on a writing project came through because of this blog. Then my mom got her cancer diagnosis, and I was too much in my feelings to worry about much else. She reached out multiple times to offer prayers, and consoling words. We hadn’t met in person.

Our story is layered in so many different ways. We stayed in the peripheral of each other’s lives while the world kept spinning. During that time, I’d like to believe we learned to be better for each other, even though that meant being hurt and doing some hurting along the way.

Only God would be able to write a story this way, pairing characters that don’t quite seem like they fit but wind up being a perfect match.

It rained off and on in Atlanta yesterday. Thirty minutes before our ceremony, it poured. Bae, my Brudder, and friends help move our balloon arch from the garden to the front porch.

We asked for a quick ceremony, and we got it. Honestly, it happened so fast, and I didn’t have time to be nervous. I focused on her eyes, and everything was exactly the way it was supposed to be.

It was easily the happiest day of my life. I will spend the rest of my life thanking God for creating her just for me.