I never expected to see my high school teacher, Mr. Harper, years later in a crowded farmers’ market. But there he was, calling my name like no time had passed. He was now Leo, no longer just my teacher, but someone who had a profound impact on me.

Back in high school, Leo was the “cool teacher,” making history feel like an adventure. I always remembered his words about my sharp mind and potential for law school, though I never thought much of it then. After graduation, I moved on with life.

Years later, I ran into Leo at the market, and our conversation quickly became more than casual catching up. He was teaching English now, and we talked about everything—his students, my chaotic city life, and my dreams of starting a business. He encouraged me to pursue it, saying I had the drive to succeed.

Our connection grew, and soon, dinner dates turned into something more. One night, Leo confessed he’d kept a dream journal I wrote in his class years ago, filled with my hopes for the future. He’d held onto it, believing in my potential. His unwavering faith in me inspired me to take the leap and pursue my dream of opening a bookstore café.

With Leo by my side, the business flourished, and our life together felt right in every way. A year later, we were married under an oak tree, surrounded by loved ones. As we sat together that night, Leo reminded me that I could do anything, and I believed him. Our bookstore café became a symbol of not just my dreams but our journey together.

As I watched Leo with our toddler, I knew marrying him had been the best decision I ever made.