Our Love Story

Some stories begin with fireworks.

Ours began with a glance across a bar.

We met one night at Committee in Boston. Gjergj wasn’t feeling well and was planning an early exit. Taryn was on the other side of the room — noticing him, feeling that quiet pull. He noticed her too.

After twenty minutes, Gjergj had to leave. But before the night ended, Taryn asked his friends for his number. They offered Instagram instead. She reached out. He replied.

Two dates followed — full of curiosity and ease — before Gjergj left for Puerto Rico, expecting to stay for a month.

Taryn soon arrived there with her parents, and somewhere between the sunshine, the ocean, and a few more dates, something beautiful took shape. It felt karmic. Effortless. Inevitable.

Gjergj returned briefly to Boston to close one chapter, then moved to Puerto Rico to begin another. From that moment on, nights were no longer spent apart.

When plans shifted and distance tried to intervene, instinct took over. A flight was booked, time slowed down, and two weeks together in Boston made one thing unmistakably clear — this was real.

There were more flights, more cities, and new chapters ahead. But the direction was clear.

Through oceans, timing, and trust, they kept choosing each other.

To infinity.

And now.