Our Love Story

A tale unexpectedly written under the gaze of the cosmos—as if the stars aligned to connect the invisible string that tied our souls together.

It was November 2022 when it all began, with a random friend request from the older brother of my former classmate. At first, it was nothing—just a series of story reactions on social media. But then... he started appearing in my dreams. I couldn’t ignore it anymore, so I made the first move and messaged him.

His name was Joel—the model boy. Or “Hapon,” as I like to call him.

Later on, he would tease me about those early days and say,

"You know, I always thought you were sexy and pretty—even back when you were just my younger sibling’s classmate. But honestly, I didn’t think I stood a chance! I mean, you looked like the type who’d go for the rich, professional, suit-and-tie kind of guy. And there I was—just me. But hey, turns out I’m your type after all…”

Minutes turned into hours, then days, weeks, and months. We shared our life stories, reminisced about awkward school activities, and slowly opened up to each other. Those late-night chats eventually grew into something more—into real-life dates and something I never expected to find: love.

Hapon was a very handsome man. He may have looked rough with his sharp features, but he had the heart of a blue sapphire—pure and sincere, with a quiet kindness that radiated from his soul.

Our first date wasn’t fancy. We went to one of the resorts here in Capiz, exchanging shy smiles, stolen glances, and light conversation. Then came a stroll along the beaches of Boracay. We embraced the wild rhythm of the waves and the chill of the breeze—so different from the warmth in our blushing faces. Dinner followed at a nearby restaurant, the air rich with the scent of garlic and ginger. It was simple. It was perfect. We talked for hours, sharing stories that felt both intimate and universally human.

It wasn’t always easy. Long-distance was hard, and yes, we had our share of arguments. But we always found our way back to each other. We learned how to compromise, how to understand each other’s quirks, and how to appreciate the differences that made us stronger.

And now? We’re still figuring things out—still learning, still growing. But one thing is certain: our love story is messy, real, and completely ours. It’s written in Messenger chats, laughter, and a whole lot of love. And finally, we’re here, ready to begin our life together as husband and wife.