My fiancé and I met when I was 17 and he was 16. Right away we became best friends, and have stayed best friends for over three years, we knew the good, the bad, and especially the ugly things about each other; but secretly we still loved each other as more than just best friends. After I met Matt I never dated or saw any other guys, I suppose I was subconsciously waiting for him. Matt on the other hand was searching for himself and looking for love in all the wrong places.
I come from a traditional family where the man has to ask my father's permission to date his daughter, and especially marry his daughter. Matt, sick to his stomach and white as a ghost, asked my father if he could date me. Now there's a great guy! My dad said yes of course, and we started dating, we could not hide the attraction any longer and we knew we were madly in love with each other from the first moment we met.
Finally, after three years of waiting, he was finally mine. We were completely in love and felt like we had been together for years. God has always been a huge part of our lives and we feel like he has made us for each other. After four months of dating and growing our relationship, Matt asked my father's permission to marry me and become a part of the family he loves. He said yes. One week later, at a Valentine's Day dance hosted at my church to raise money for the youth group missions program, Matt planned on purposing. We danced to our song and then right afterwards he grabbed a microphone, and in front of all our friends and family he got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. As I cried with the happiest tears, I said yes and he put the ring on my finger.
We are both twenty and getting married in six months, we don't have much money or much of anything, but we have more love then a lot of people know in a lifetime and that is more than enough.