Back in 2013 at a national sports tournament in Dallas, I crossed paths with Farah, my future wife, as we bonded over flag football. Despite the initial spark, the distance led to a breakup after a year of dating, leaving both of us heartbroken. Over the next five years, we stayed connected here and there, but no one else compared to Farah. In 2022, I gathered the courage to pursue her again, convincing her to spend a weekend in LA with me. However, my profession of love resulted in a heartbreaking rejection, leading me to accept that it might not work between us. Surprisingly, during a dinner discussion about my brother's upcoming wedding, I received a call from Farah. Despite reservations, I let it go to voicemail, only to find out the next day that she had been persistent in reaching out. Curious about her sudden interest, I discovered she had come to her senses and realized what a catch I was. She planned a weekend trip to Vegas for us, where we laughed, cried, talked, and ultimately decided to do whatever it took to be together. The rest, as they say, is history. Now, I'm on the verge of marrying the love of my life, proving that love has a way of finding its path even after heartbreaks and rejections. Life's a wild ride, but in the end, love always prevails.