We never crossed into romance—this wasn’t about that. It was about finding someone who listened without judgment, who understood silence, and who reminded me that kindness ripples farther than we imagine. He became the friend who checked in when work overwhelmed me; I became the friend who cheered him on when he went back to school.
We didn’t fix each other’s lives, but we gave each other something better: proof that no one has to go through life completely alone. And it all began with a broken washing machine, a handwritten note, and one small act of kindness
