I never imagined I’d run into my high school history teacher at a busy farmers’ market, but there he was — Mr. Harper, now Leo. We caught up like old friends, and what started as a casual reunion quickly turned into regular coffee meetups. The conversations were effortless, and before long, the connection between us grew into something deeper.

Over dinner one evening, he asked, “Ever wonder what might’ve happened if we’d met under different circumstances?” That moment changed everything. A year later, we were exchanging vows under an oak tree in my parents’ yard. The intimacy of our wedding mirrored the quiet, steady love we’d built together.

That night, Leo gifted me my old dream journal — a high school assignment I’d forgotten. He had kept it all those years, believing in the girl who wrote in it. His faith in me reignited dreams I had shelved, and with his support, I left my job to open a bookstore café, just as I’d once imagined.

Now, as I watch him chase our child around that very café, I’m overwhelmed with gratitude. A random encounter turned into a beautiful life built on shared dreams, respect, and love. Looking at him, I can’t help but think: life really does have perfect timing.