Niriksha and Michael
How We Met
Mike and I grew up in the same town in New Jersey and went through the same school system since Kindergarten. There are a lot of serendipitous moments in our 9 years together, one of them being that we were in the same kindergarten class and one day when my mom and I were looking through old pictures, we happen to be sitting next to each other in one.
In high school, we grew a lot closer and became best friends quickly. Then came a time when he would randomly give me butterflies and we both realized there was something more there. We started dating the summer after junior year of high school, and it’s been laughs and smiles ever since. We didn’t go to college together but stayed together and four years of long-distance was not easy.
How They Asked
One day, Mike told me we would be going on a surprise trip and I should pack a weekend bag. He kept giving me little hints (I was obviously losing my mind and wanted to know where we were going so badly), but some of his hints were intentionally false so that I was thrown off and couldn’t guess. On July 10th, we got to the airport and I found out we were going to my favorite place, Paris.
I studied abroad there in college, and he studied abroad in London at the same time, so we spent a lot of time together there. I lost my breath when he then told me he got an Airbnb for us across from my old apartment. We spent a lovely day in Paris and then on July 12, he told me we had to go to the top of Montmartre at 10 am for something. We get to a cute park, where Le murs de je t’aime was situated (a wall that says “I love you” in all different languages.” He asked if I’d like to take a photo, handed his phone to a stranger, and as we walked up to take a photo, he got down on one knee.
It was one of the happiest moments of our lives and we could see nothing else around us for those few moments (neither of us can remember what we even said). Little did I know, the man he handed his phone to was actually a professional photographer who captured the moment. In the days to come, as I shared the photos with my family, my aunt pointed out to me that – in another inexplicably serendipitous moment that still gives me chills every time – we happened to be standing right in front of the “I love you” written in Tamil, which is my family’s mother tongue.