It all began with a simple match on Tinder, yet little did we know it would lead to something extraordinary. Just before New Year’s Eve dinner, he picked me up so we could spend some time together and get to know each other. From the very first moment, I felt at ease. Unlike most people, he didn’t ask how long I had been in Norway or where I came from. He didn’t try to fit me into a story he had already created in his mind. He simply allowed me to be myself. There were no awkward assumptions, no rushed gestures—just two people genuinely curious about each other. That evening, as we talked, it became clear that we shared something rare. We had deep, meaningful conversations about life, love, and the future, realizing that we both longed for something real—a serious relationship built on trust, respect, and mutual goals. Since that night, we’ve been inseparable. Together, we have traveled to 14 countries, exploring the world hand in hand, creating memories that will last a lifetime. We got married once and are about to marry each other again—a promise renewed with every step we take together. Our journey hasn’t just been about love but about growth. We studied at the same college, pushing each other to reach new heights in our careers. We even started a small business together, turning our shared dreams into reality. Through every challenge—whether in sickness or in health, whether rich or poor—we’ve stood by each other’s side, unwavering partners in this beautiful life we’ve built. Our story began with a match, but it blossomed into so much more: a life filled with love, laughter, adventure, and unbreakable partnership.

It’s one of those stories we always laugh about, even now. Back then, I wanted to make an impression—so I told her I’d come pick her up in a red Ferrari. Confident? Maybe a bit too much. When the day arrived, I pulled up in my red Suzuki Liana. Not exactly the Ferrari I’d promised, but hey, it was red. As she stepped out, I expected a teasing comment or a laugh. But instead, she smiled, looked straight at me, and said, “So, what’s the plan?” She didn’t care about the car at all—she just saw me. We ended up doing something far from glamorous: grocery shopping. We wandered the aisles, laughing about how neither of us could agree on the best frozen pizza brand. In the frozen section, we grabbed a pizza and decided it would be our first meal together. Back at my place, we shared that frozen pizza, talking and laughing late into the night. It wasn’t fancy, but it was perfect. Years later, after countless adventures—including a family trip to Switzerland where we marveled at the Alps and shared pastries by serene lakes—it’s still that grocery store pizza I think about. It wasn’t the Ferrari or the big promises that mattered. It was the little things—the way she looked at me, the way we laughed, and the way she made even grocery shopping feel special. The red Suzuki Liana is still with us, a little older but full of memories. And every time I get behind the wheel, I’m reminded of that first day and how lucky I am that she chose to share this journey with me.