Lynn and I were young when our story quietly started unfolding. We went to the same high school, walked the same halls, and somehow never really knew each other. We were living completely different lives. Two totally different people. The kind you would never expect to end up together. We met at Jackson’s. If you’re not from Manila, Arkansas, just know it’s an old gas station sitting right on Main Street. During COVID, it became the place. Long nights, loud music, everyone piled into the parking lot like the world outside didn’t exist. Somehow, in the middle of all that noise, we noticed each other. We both knew there was something there, but neither of us said it first. So we went through our friends. Quiet questions. “What’s his name?” “What’s she like?” Until eventually, the connection found its way to us. What started in a small town parking lot turned into something steady and undeniable. We didn’t see it coming. We didn’t plan it. We just kept choosing each other. Again and again. Somehow, in the most ordinary place, we found something extraordinary. And now, from that little spot on Main Street to the mountains of Montana, we’re still choosing each other. Forever this time. 🤍