At a farmers’ market, I ran into my high school teacher, Mr. Harper, now Leo. Once the “cool” teacher who saw my potential for law school, he was still vibrant. Eight years later, back in my hometown, I shared my dream of starting a business. Leo’s encouragement sparked a friendship that ignored our age gap. After dates filled with
laughter, he teased about “ulterior motives.” A year later, we married at my parents’ house. That night, Leo gave me my old high school dream journal, kept all those years, reminding me of my potential. With his belief, I left my unfulfilling job and opened a bookstore café, now a beloved community hub. Watching Leo with our child, I knew I’d married the right teacher, whose lessons shaped my dreams and our life together.
