Paul and I were together throughout acting school. Then, I went to LA and he stayed in New York.

We tried the long distance relationship but it didn't work out. We had an amicable break up and I quickly started seeing other people.

When I landed a role in a Netflix series, I ended up in New York for a press tour. All it took was one text for Paul and I to spend the entire week literally inside each other.

On the last day, I thought I'd have to say goodbye again, but he ended up surprising me. He had secretly auditioned for a Hollywood movie and got the part.

At first, I let him stay in my apartment as a house guest but we were already too much in love for that to last. He officially moved into my bedroom three days later.

Our grueling and conflicting schedules meant that we didn't see much of eachother but when we did... it was a whirlwind of unbridled passion.

When I introduced him to my parents six months later, there was no longer a shadow of a doubt as to how and with who I wanted to spend my life.

My older brother married us in a small ceremony in our backyard before we escaped to Bali for our honeymoon.

Paul had been cast in another movie, yet my acting career was in a slump. The irony was that after all those years of wanting to be an actor, I'd recently discovered the bliss that was directing.

What started with a documentary about queer culture vs sexual identity, ended up in a director's chair of Amazon's latest LGBTQ+ sci-fi series with two Hollywood A-listers.

I loved my husband with all my heart but I'd decided very early on that it was definitely not a good idea for him to play a part in one of my projects.

Until the day he did and we both won an Oscar.