My name is Nicholae, as a quiet person this is far outside my comfort zone. I always have the answers, but not this time. I'm trying my best to raise money for Rose Enderez.

Rose is incredible in a way that's impossible to describe in a few words. She has a heart of an angel, a smile that gives comfort to the hardest days, and a spirit that refuses to be dimmed by the difficult situations life often throws at her. People talk about strength as if it's loud and dramatic, her strength is the quiet kind that's there every morning, even when she's hurting physically or carrying emotional weight that would make most fall to their knees. She doesn't complain, doesn't ask for sympathy, she keeps going, keeps giving, keeps loving, saying the difficult time will pass. That's who she is.

Like so many people trying to manage a life in a world that seems to get more expensive by the day, there's a struggle to make enough money to live life comfortably. She works hard, and still finds herself juggling bills, stretching the money and making sacrifices that most don't see. What's remarkable and still amazes me after all this time, you wouldn't know that beneath the surface she carries so much pain. She doesn't measure her life by what she owns or the luxuries she can't afford, she measures it by the people she loves, the moments she cherishes, especially the simple joys that can't be bought. She is genuinely happy, satisfied, and content, something that's rare in a world that's consumed by the value and possession of goods. She knows the true value of life is to love and to be loved, she lives that truth every day.

She isn't just my friend. She isn't just someone I care about, Rose is my best friend, my confidante and my fiancée. I don't think my name is Nicholae, it's Mylove. Every sentence she utters to me starts with Mylove, I kid you not. She's the person I want to wake up next to for the rest of my life, I want to hear her laughter always, I want to hold her hand through every storm and witness the twinkle in hers eyes every sunrise. I know what love is because of her, it never felt like a choice, it felt natural, the same way the ocean has to touch the shore.

. Accidents happen... but why, why did this have to happen to my Rose? It happened so fast, yet it seemed so slow, slow enough to where it could be stopped from happening, but the time in between the start and the end of the accident didn't exist, a period in time where I imagined the possibility of controlling the outcome.

Her face hit the road taking her beautiful skin. It wasn't obvious at first glance that a wire so insignificant had pierced her eye. Fear and helplessness turned to a rage that in some instance of my mind tried to turn back time. All I could think was, please let her be okay, please, don't take her sight, don't take her smile. Don't take her!

My Rose, being who she is, she is extraordinary, she survived despite many saying she wouldn't. She didn't lose her vision, remarkable and strong were the words of the doctors. She has a way of defying what seems impossible.

The physical pain was immense, and the emotional toll was heavier than she let on. She faced it with the same quiet strength she brings to everything else. Healing became a priority. She is healing patiently and bravely. she never lets the injuries define her. She's never been bitter, still loving life, still smiling, even though it was a hit and run accident.

We had plans, dreams, tying the knot was one, it's on hold but not forgotten, Bills bring a different kind of pain and are now priority alongside the healing. Rose remains grateful and hopeful. She says a wedding is a day, a marriage is a lifetime. we both know we have the part that matters most. She has every reason to be discouraged yet chooses hope and joy. Rose is incredible because she's real. She's strong, she's loving, she's still here smiling and dreaming with me as we keep moving forward together.