It was calm, predictable, and secure.
Then Ryan entered the picture.
Ryan never pushed too hard; he simply… kept showing up.
The first time we crossed paths, I was stranded in a grocery store parking lot, staring at my dead car battery while rain soaked through my coat. He parked beside me, grabbed jumper cables from his trunk, and asked if I wanted help.
Normally, I would’ve refused. But it was cold, my phone had died, and I was exhausted.
Ten minutes later, my engine started again.
Ryan smiled and said, “You should probably replace that battery before winter sets in.”
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