A poem about: In 2017 we swiped right on tider,…

In 2017 we swiped right on tider, talked for a few weeks and then met at cork for the turning on of the christmas lights. We walked into the city, where I mostly talked as Chris was very quiet and had mcdonalds. At the end of the date at the train station we said goodbye, chris went in for a hug and i advoided it. When I arrived home not going to lie i was unsure because of how queit her was but aoife and mammy said to give him another chance. We met each other alot over the next months and years, in cork, ballyhea and youghal by train and bus. Over the next few years we grew closer and closer, started going abroad. In 2022 we moved into the shagin wagon aka the mobile thanks to the generoisty of my parents and altough its a small space and is techically on four wheels we have made the space ours. In March 2023 we decided it was time to get engaged, we went to pick out the ring together and we went to loughrea hotel. when we got into our room i asked impatiently are you going to do it yet, chris just about had the ring box open when i pulled out the ring. chris you are my best friend and I cant wait for more adventures with you

In twenty-seventeen, a swipe set fate's course,
Met in Cork where Christmas lights flared in force.
Through bustling streets, words shared and quiet felt,
On fast-food benches our first memories dealt.

Beneath train-station lights, a slight awkward goodbye,
A hug dodged left questions in the December sky.
Homeward, unsure, I pondered silence's sound,
But whispers from Aoife and Mammy's wisdom profound.

Through Cork, Ballyhea, and Youghal we’d roam,
Trains and buses transforming each town into home.
In time, closer we grew, journeys painting the years,
Until abroad, in distant lands, conquered fears.

Two thousand twenty-two brought a mobile delight,
Our "shagin' wagon" embraced, beneath stars we’d alight.
On four wheels we made it where love knows no bounds,
Shrinking spaces stretched where our laughter resounds.

In March twenty-three, engagement in bloom,
A ring glimmered as love filled the room.
Impatiently I asked, readiness abounding,
With joy we intertwined, our future astounding.

Chris, my best friend, through adventure we'll stride,
With you by my side, the world opens wide.
From quiet beginnings to shared hearts' beats,
Our life's grand adventure, in love it repeats.

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In twenty-seventeen, a swipe set fate's course, Met in Cork where Christmas lights flared in force. Through bustling streets, words shared and quiet felt, On fast-food benches our first memories dealt. Beneath train-station lights, a slight awkward goodbye, A hug dodged left questions in the December sky. Homeward, unsure, I pondered silence's sound, But whispers from Aoife and Mammy's wisdom profound. Through Cork, Ballyhea, and Youghal we’d roam, Trains and buses transforming each town into home. In time, closer we grew, journeys painting the years, Until abroad, in distant lands, conquered fears. Two thousand twenty-two brought a mobile delight, Our "shagin' wagon" embraced, beneath stars we’d alight. On four wheels we made it where love knows no bounds, Shrinking spaces stretched where our laughter resounds. In March twenty-three, engagement in bloom, A ring glimmered as love filled the room. Impatiently I asked, readiness abounding, With joy we intertwined, our future astounding. Chris, my best friend, through adventure we'll stride, With you by my side, the world opens wide. From quiet beginnings to shared hearts' beats, Our life's grand adventure, in love it repeats.