I never expected to run into my high school history teacher in the middle of a bustling farmer’s market. But there he was, smiling at me like no time had passed.
Back in school, Mr. Harper was everyone’s favorite. He made history fun and knew how to connect with students. He had once told me I had potential, that I should follow my passions. At sixteen, I had laughed it off.
Eight years later, I found myself talking to him as an equal. He was no longer Mr. Harper. He was Leo.
One coffee meet-up turned into two, then three. Before I knew it, we were inseparable. Despite the seven-year age gap, our connection was undeniable. A year later, we were married.
That night, after our wedding guests had left, Leo handed me a small leather notebook. My old dream journal.
“I found this when I changed schools,” he said. “I always believed in you.”
Flipping through the pages, I saw all the dreams I had forgotten. And with Leo by my side, I knew it was time to chase them.
