How We Met
At 12, I practiced writing his last name. At 14, he noticed I was cute. At 15, we said “I love you” and promised to not rush anything we wanted to last forever. My parents thought we were too young to date, interrupting our high school love story.
How They Asked
Fast forward to five years. Though not the expected path, the twists and turns of a broken road taught us, shaped us and led us back to each other as the perfect better halves.
We’re from Vancouver, Canada, and I was visiting my best friend in San Diego for the weekend. On Sunday morning we went out for brunch with some girlfriends. After, we went to Torrey Pines Park for a “friend photo shoot”, ditching our high heels for a trek down to the beach. I was leading the group down the cliff when suddenly he stepped out from around a corner. In shock I dropped my phone and shoes, squealing and jumping with delight. I had been dreaming of this moment since I was a little girl.
He led me out onto a secluded ridge overlooking Black’s Beach, suspended amidst the clouds. It was there that he got down on one knee, asking for my heart forever!
Later, he gave me love letters he’d written for me throughout our story. They started in 2013. As I read them, he placed them in order on the floor. He then showed me how the first letter of the first word in each note, 15 in total, spelled “Will you marry me?”
His proposal, like our story, wasn’t ordinary but I wouldn’t change either for the world.