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Friday of the Phoenix race in 2022, I stopped in the Snap-On pit to say hello to a friend, Tim. I walked to the back of the pit where Tim, Nate, and Dwight all were. I had Nova and my oversized blue backpack. Nate started playing with Nova with his gloves, and Dwight helped the entertainment. As we all chatted, the topic of food was brought up, and Dwight mentioned his fiancee was a great cook. In that moment, I heard the same still small voice that told what college to go to, tell me "What's meant to be, will be." I enjoyed fun, friendly, flirty banter with people, but with Dwight, I never did. I knew not to intervene with his relationship. As time went on, Dwight and myself (Kristen) became closer and closer friends. When I got my first gig with a Top Fuel team, he was the second person I told, but I was the most excited to tell him. As I went back to school full time and started missing races off and on, Dwight and I started texting more often. I started to notice little things, like how I got excited when he'd text me, notice that he'd stay up a little later each night as we talked, told more of my friends about him, but always prefaced that he was engaged and we were only friends. Until Christmas Eve of 2023 came around, when I was brushing my teeth before church, and realized that I had grown romantic feelings for Dwight. I had recently gone through a mutual break up a few weeks prior, also graduated from college, and was about to go to Ireland for two weeks. I had an internal conflict of "should I tell him that I like him?" "yes, because he deserves to know.... no, I can't disrespect his relationship like that...." Then I heard that still small voice again, "What's meant to be, will be." I thought I was just clinging to the feeling of safe and familiar with him, so I brushed it off-- literally, and then spit my toothpaste out. Christmas Eve, I took some sleep medicine, since we weren't doing Christmas as a family, and I needed sleep after finals and moving out. 1:30 in the afternoon, I wake up to my BeReal notification, and then Dwight's...three of them from misc times through the night and morning. He and his fiancee separated. My heart stopped and I IMMEDIATELY texted my best friend who had told me that she thought he liked me, but I refused to believe it. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO? I DIDNT THINK THIS WOULD HAPPPEN." I said to her, and she put me in my place with a, "girl bffr... HES BEEN DROPPING HINTS SINCE JESUS WAS BORN" Soon enough, Dwight delivered the text that I was nervous for... the "I have feelings for you" text. Ever since I was a kid, I prayed for God to give me a best friend that I didn't have a crush on, to be clueless, and later become my husband, but this came to a total shock for me. I was happy to be single, buying a house to live just with my two animals and eat beans and rice on my living room floor. In the moment I read his long text to me, I felt that still small voice tell me once again, "what's meant to be, will be." The Lord was guiding us the entire year that we were friends. Dwight saw the good, the bad, and the desperate in me. He was always there to help me up and make me better. I couldn't ask for a better God-given best friend than him.