I never expected to bump into my old high school teacher at a crowded farmers’ market — but that moment changed everything.
Mr. Harper, the “cool teacher” everyone loved, was now just Leo, and talking to him felt surprisingly natural. One catch-up conversation turned into coffee… then dinners… and before long, a real connection formed.
A year later, we were married.
On our wedding night, he handed me a worn notebook — my old dream journal from his class. I’d forgotten it existed. He kept it because he believed in the goals I’d written, even when I didn’t.
With his support, I finally followed one of those dreams: opening a bookstore café. It became a success, and a huge part of my life.
Now, watching him with our toddler in the shop, I realize how wild it is that a chance reunion at the market led me to the partner who always believed in me.
I didn’t just meet my former teacher that day — I met the person who helped me become who I am.
