Love is a Choice.

In my move to LA, i found myself utterly intimidated and untrusting of anyone who could potentially have or hurt my heart. In a season when I was determined to not let anyone too close and in danger of shutting my heart down, who else would walk in my life than a five ft nothing ball of energy that pulled on every ounce of my attraction and intrigue?

She didnt notice me for months. That was fine with me. I was safe, uncommitted to anything, and therefore, happy. That is until... she noticed me, which opened a door and demanded i confront my hidden and buried agenda to pursue her. Our journey over the next 9 months was romantic, explorative, and conflicted at times. All of which confronted every bit of my fear, insecurity, and lovelessness, but never quite defeated my "box."

I found myself locked inside my fear, with no other option than to break things off with Analee. She moved to Nashville as I spent a month trying to reason my way out of what my heart felt.

It wasnt until after 5 weeks of running circles in my small world, whose walls were created by bad philosophy and relational immaturity, Holy Spirit whispered one small statement that "ruined" everything. "Love is a choice." In that moment, all my fear, and the logic i had in place to protect my fear, seemed to mean nothing. You mean love wasnt magic dust or a feeling that came and never left, or even my perception of compatability between two people ?? I bought a flight back to LA the next day. Jumped in my car and drove 2000 miles in 24 hrs to Nashville, where i spent the next few days apologizing, explaining my confusion, and praying for Analee's heart back.

A week later I tried to put a ring on her finger. Fortunately for me, she said yes and i get to embark on a journey of love with the most epic little swedipino ever.

Take a glance at Analee's side of the story, as well as, the rest of our wedding website @ www.tyleesaysido.com