It started with a wrong number. One evening, I got a text: “Don’t forget the meeting tomorrow.” I replied, “I think you have the wrong person,” but they answered with a joke. We exchanged a few more messages, and somehow, we kept talking for days. Soon, we were sharing our favorite books, songs, and late-night thoughts. After a month, we decided to meet for coffee — both nervous, wondering if reality would match the connection we’d built.

The moment I saw him, I knew. He smiled, and it felt like we’d known each other forever. Two years later, he proposed at the same café where we first met. A wrong number led me to the right person. Life has a funny way of bringing people together when you least expect it.