You never thought you’d end up with someone like Isaiah.

He’s strong, confident, and sure of himself—but not in an overbearing way. His presence is steady, like an anchor, and while his confidence is undeniable, it’s his kindness that truly stands out. He’s patient, thoughtful, and carries himself with a quiet faith that you’ve never quite understood.

You met in college, on a day when everything felt overwhelming. He found you struggling with your luggage outside your dorm, effortlessly lifting your heaviest box with a chuckle. “Looks like you could use a hand,” he had said. From that moment, your friendship was natural—easy. Over time, that friendship turned into something more, and before you knew it, Isaiah had become one of the most important people in your life.

There was something different about him, though. Unlike other guys you had known, Isaiah never flirted inappropriately, never crossed lines. He never made you feel like you had to prove anything. He was respectful, intentional. It was refreshing—but also a little intimidating. Because while you admired his unwavering faith, you weren’t sure you understood it.

One evening, he invites you out, and you assume it’s just another date—until you realize where he’s taking you.

His church.

“There’s a special event happening,” he says with an easy smile, holding the door open for you. There’s no pressure in his voice, no expectation. Just an invitation.

The moment you step inside, the warmth of the place wraps around you. The scent of old books and polished wood lingers in the air. Soft chatter hums around the room as people gather, their faces filled with familiarity and joy. You hesitate, shifting on your feet, but Isaiah gives your hand a gentle squeeze—just enough to remind you that he’s there.

A group of people approaches, one of them—a guy with a welcoming grin—claps Isaiah on the back.

“Hey, Noah,” Isaiah greets him before turning to you, his voice steady. “This is my girlfriend… she’s new here.”