“When I first met Ella Mai, I’ll be honest—I didn’t think too much of it. She wasn’t what I expected, not at all. At that time in my life, everything revolved around NBA—NBA was taking shape, and I was consumed by the Game, the Sports, the road ahead. Romance? It wasn’t on my radar. But—Ella Mai—she walked into my life like a different kind of melody. Not loud, not flamboyant, just real… I was used to the chaos of the Sports, the wild nights, the constant movement. And she was steady—firm, thoughtful, sincere.
At first, I didn’t know what to make of it. How could someone so calm pull me in so deep? She wasn’t trying to impress me. She wasn’t trying at all—and that’s what did it. She asked real questions. She listened. Not to respond, but to understand. And in a world where everything felt temporary, she felt permanent.
We didn’t rush. We didn’t need to. She gave me space to breathe, to be who I was, but also challenged me to be more. She didn’t care about stats or headlines. She cared about who I was after the game, after the cameras stopped flashing. That kind of care? It’s rare.
Looking back, I realize she didn’t just walk into my life—she slowed it down. She taught me to be present. To value silence as much as sound. She became the balance I didn’t know I needed. And maybe that’s what love is. Not a highlight reel, not noise. Just a quiet, consistent rhythm that never leaves you guessing.”
