It started in the quiet pews of Sunday catechism. He was the older boy sitting a few rows ahead—my senior, always composed, while I stole nervous glances from behind my textbook. Back then, it was innocent church smiles, shared laughter after class, and the quiet comfort of growing up side by side. As the years passed, that childhood crush blossomed into something unbreakable. Through school, exams, career choices, and every silent prayer shared under the parish lights, we were each other’s safe harbor. Now, after more than ten long, beautiful years, the endless waiting and the bittersweet season of longing are finally coming to an end. We are leaving behind the years of dating and entering a lifetime together. The boy who once led the catechism line is about to hold my hand at the altar—no longer as my childhood sweetheart, but as my husband. Our forever begins today.