One night, I found a tiny silver angel charm near my foot and slipped it into my wallet, thinking it was just a lucky token. For years, it stayed with me through exams, job interviews, heartbreak, and new beginnings, bringing me quiet comfort when life felt uncertain.
Twelve years later, at a work event, a coworker named Emily noticed it and went pale. She told me it once belonged to her younger brother and had been lost during a storm years ago. He always said whoever found it would be important in her life.
That night, we talked for hours. Friendship turned into love.
On our wedding day, Emily placed the angel back in my pocket and smiled. “It was never lost,” she said. “It was just waiting.”
That tiny charm became proof that some love stories begin long before we realize it.
