It all started with two strangers dreaming. I dreamed I’d win a trip to Fiji & meet the love of my life, while Jase was meditating on his perfect woman. A month later I won, 3 months later I met him. It felt like destiny. 8 years on we have studied together, built a homestead, welcomed a miracle child, beaten a rare tumor & are now getting married. I am so grateful for this man and cannot wait to call him my husband ❤️

Thank you for considering our story, we are grateful for the opportunity 🙏

36 years ago, Mike and I met through a mutual friend. We eventually went separate ways, but re-connected years later and our love story continued.

We married at the Henderson Registry Office on Thursday, 12th July 2001. Everything was second-hand, including our rings. No party or honeymoon, but it was one of the happiest days of my life. On our 10th anniversary, our rings were re-made into a band for Mike, and I got new ones.

This year we celebrate our 25th anniversary. Over the past two years, I lost over 70kgs. My rings no longer fit and I am gutted. I now wear Mike’s great-grandmother’s ring and a wooden one he carved. Mike’s ring is too small, so he wears a cheap fill-in. Still, these symbols are our story.

We’ve faced health and financial strain, but we are still standing, living, laughing. I still get butterflies when I see him at the end of the day. Mike is my rock. Our story isn't a polished diamond; it’s second-hand, re-melted, and weathered. It’s perfectly ours.

I met my husband when I was a single mom, focused only on raising my daughter and not looking for love. With gentle patience, he waited for my walls to come down—and when they did, we fell fast and deep. We moved away so he could continue his education, relying only on each other, and our love grew stronger. We married, welcomed two boys, and he adopted my daughter, making us whole.
After moving home, I cared for my sister in her final days. A year later, I was diagnosed with two types of breast cancer. Through a year of chemo, daily radiation, surgeries, all while raising kids, he never left my side. Our vows were tested in every way, and we came through stronger than ever.
This July marks 22 years, and I have never loved him more. I’m so thankful I got to marry the man God made for me.

I met the love of my life when I was at the lowest point in mine.. she gave me a reason and a safe place to heal and create the best version of myself. I stand here today, taller, happier and the most confident I have ever been in my entire 46 years on this earth. We both have had traumatic pasts with relationships and family trauma, but together we have created something so special, so beautiful, so exceptionally happy. She is my person, my love, my life, my heart and my happily ever after. She is mine and I am hers❤️

We were out at dinner when James pulled a ring case out of his pocket and asked me to marry him. I burst into tears. There was a couple next to our table and the man thought I’d just been dumped so this giant stood up yelling "what have you done to her?" and there is poor James trying to explain he'd proposed. The entire restaurant was involved! Everyone was laughing when my defender reclaimed his chair. Despite us being so young and everyone saying we were mad, we've just hit 30 years!

I’m going to enter because I’m single and my last relationship was so awful and abusive. However, I genuinely love and love, so much so that I am a celebrant. I am so privileged to be able to marry wonderful couples and support them on their special day. I’d love to have piece of jewellery that represents me at 39 and is something I may never get, nor be able to afford. I also love beautiful jewellery and the craftsmanship that goes into it.

Rosie and I were married one year ago in a quiet, tranquil corner of the Wellington Botanic Gardens, surrounded by a small group of our closest family and friends. It was simple, peaceful, and perfect for us.
Two weeks ago, Rosie gave birth to our beautiful daughter, Mabel. Tomorrow, 22 February, we celebrate our first wedding anniversary — now as a family of three.
Our anniversary, however, will be spent in Wellington Hospital. Shortly after Mabel’s birth, Rosie was readmitted due to unexpected medical complications and underwent major abdominal surgery. While we are deeply grateful that Mabel is thriving, it has been a long and emotional road to recovery for Rosie.
I would love to surprise her with a custom-made ring to honour her strength, our love, and the journey that has already shaped our young family.

Paul and I started going out 40 years ago, when I was 17 years old. We have been married for 35 years. The secret to our very happy marriage is that we have never had an argument ever.
We decided that while we are still able to we will travel around the South Island in a caravan. So we sold our home, threw in our jobs and have had no problem living in a caravan together for over 12 months.

We married in 1993 with a tiny engagement ring that suited our small budget and our very big plans.

Years later, John surprised me with a sapphire ring to replace it. Deep blue, the colour of his eyes. I wore it for most of our marriage.

One summer day at the beach, somewhere between the sea and the sand, the sapphire slipped quietly from my hand and was lost.

John passed away just over a year ago.

I would love to recreate that ring — not exactly the same, but something that honours it. A sapphire the colour of his eyes, set in a design that carries the memory of the life we built together.

A new ring, still telling our story.

Our love story began in primary school. She was seven, I was six, and my idea of romance was throwing rotten peaches at her as she walked next door to play with her friend.Not exactly charming, but even then there was something about her eyes and her smile that caught my heart.
Life carried us in different directions for the next forty years. We each married, had children, and built lives of our own. Eventually we both found ourselves divorced, raising our kids and starting new chapters.
Then fate stepped in. My neighbor mentioned they had a friend they thought I’d like—and that friend turned out to be her. The same girl from school, the same beautiful smile.
When we reunited, it felt like fireworks.A childhood crush had become my soulmate. We spent twenty wonderful years building a blended family filled with love, laughter, and memories.
And the best part? Our love story is still growing and blooming today—thankfully now with far fewer rotten peaches.

Our love story began 30th May 2015 at Bar101, both of us not meant to be there, it was fate. Sounds cliché but when I met Mitch I knew he was the one even if it took 8 years for him to propose, he was worth the wait. Adventure shaped us from the start and the mountains became our playground. It was in the mountains on July 22nd 2023 what I thought was a normal day snowboarding at Turoa that Mitch asked me to marry him. Sitting off track in the snow at “lunch,” he got my attention and I turned around to find him on one knee holding the most beautiful gold ring with a blue sapphire chosen for my eyes and the ocean, with two diamonds each side sparkling in the snow. Fast forward to the 12th February 2025 on top of Mt Alta at the Alta Tarn in Wanaka with Mt Aspiring behind us, we said “I do”, Solidifying our love in the mountains with our rings that read “Our love is a mountain”. Less than eight months later, we welcomed our beautiful baby girl into the world, our greatest adventure yet.

I was 17 and he was 18, just two high school sweethearts in love. We got married in 2003 and welcomed our first child that same year. In 2004 we moved to New Zealand to start a new life together.
In 2012 life changed when my husband had to return to our home country after his visa was declined. I stayed in New Zealand raising our kids, travelling back and forth whenever I could. It wasn’t easy, but our love never faded.
After nine long years of fighting through immigration, in 2022 he was finally reunited with his family. We’ve been through distance, struggles, and time apart, but some love is simply meant to last.

This One’s a Keeper
Two Rings Lost. One Love Found.

I met the love of my life on the frontline during COVID-19. She was a solo mum of two older kids and wasn’t looking for love—life was already full. At the time, I was losing my mum to Alzheimer’s and dementia, and she became a quiet source of strength when I needed it most.

Friendship slowly turned into love, and we realised our lives had crossed paths many times before.

On Boxing Day 2022, I proposed with a family heirloom ring. She said yes. But when my father later needed special care, we made the decision to sell the ring to support him.

Years earlier, she had also sold her own wedding ring to provide for her children when her marriage ended.

Two rings given up for family—but never the love behind them.

After losing two rings along the way, I know this love truly is a keeper.

I loved Bruce when I was a school girl, married him at 17 and loved him passionately for 38 years and then he died. Five years later I was still mourning for him and I found Wally. There was friendship first and then he sprinkled me with fairy dust. He made me fall in love with him. He gave me back my life and made me happy. He was a bright and shinning star and when he smiled my heart would skip a beat.

Growing up, I believed I would remain single. I made a gentle promise to myself: if a relationship was not rooted in depth, respect, and care, I would rather walk alone. I was at peace with that choice until life surprised me. I met a kind stranger in a garden who pointed out a fantail and shared small facts about it. My quiet weekly walk became our weekly meeting. Of all the ways he showed love, the most unforgettable was when he learned my favourite song on the guitar and sang it to me. Moon River became the music I walked to as I said yes to forever. Two weeks after our wedding, we moved south. Nearly three years on, we chase auroras, hunt four-leaf clovers, care for wildlife, and live a life shaped by service. He once followed my dreams without question; now it is my turn to hold his. If chosen, I would treasure a gemstone symbolising our birthstones, my parents’, and the month we launched our little dream ,a symbol that when two people walk together, everything becomes possible.