A couple holding hands on their big day | Source: Pexels
Sometimes, I wonder how different things might have been if that moment had never happened. But then I remember what came after, and I’m grateful it did.
Let me take you back to when I was 26. That’s when everything started.
I met Ed at this little coffee shop downtown where I used to write during my lunch breaks. I was working as a marketing assistant then, and those 30 minutes were my escape from spreadsheets and phone calls.
Ed would come in every single day, always ordering the same caramel latte.A caramel latte | Source: Pexels
What caught my attention wasn’t just his routine. It was how he’d try to guess my order before I placed it.
“Let me guess,” he’d say with this confident grin, “vanilla chai with extra foam?”
Wrong every time, but he kept trying.
One Tuesday afternoon, he finally got it right.
