It began at the Parish of Maria Regina,
not within the church walls,
but in the gentle quiet of the Parish home,
where Diana's late cousin, Fr. Muhau (rest in peace),
served with kindness and grace.
There, Victor and Diana first met,
two souls crossing paths
under ordinary skies,
unaware of the love that time would weave.

Friendship came first,
patient, steady,
filled with easy laughter and long conversations,
growing quietly in the backdrop of busy days.
Then, slowly, it changed.
What was friendship turned into something deeper,
something lasting.

And then came the puppy,
a thoughtful gift from Victor to Diana,
knowing her deep love for animals.
A mischievous little heartbeat,
bringing chaos, warmth,
and joy that wove their hearts closer,
while gently testing the limits of their patience.

Theirs is a love built on friendship,
rooted in understanding,
and blooming with shared joy.
A love that was always meant to be.