Three years ago I lost myself...and everything in between.
Or at least I thought I did.
Three years ago I saw this girl queuing during Dua Lipa concert in London.
6th November 2017.
I saw her and I think I knew that we were meant to be. I didn’t talk with her. She didn’t talk with me. We were just looking at each other like we knew each other. Hours spent watching hoping wondering and nothing happened.
Weeks after we found each other back, random thanks to an app. And I decided I didn’t want to waste a chance to know her. I texted her. We texted for days and then I asked her out. Best decision of my life.
I don’t want to even think about not finding her back in that app. I don’t want to think about the chance to not have been with her.
I lost myself just to find myself back, better, happier.
All this because I allowed myself to be loved by a person who I love back too. She loves me the most and I can’t wait to be her wife.
Three years and I can’t wait to have a lifetime with you.
I LOVE YOU. I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU.
I am the lucky one!












