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Three classroom doors down, a history teacher fell in love at first sight with the math teacher who liked to say she really taught dance, because numbers had rhythm if you listened closely. It started with simple excuses to eat some Texas Roadhouse rolls (together)—playful rivalry at TopGolf, “just one more” movie night, quick chats that somehow turned into hours—slowly became the best part of his days. He had fallen that very first day, even if she didn’t know it yet. Eventually he couldn’t hold it in anymore and told her plainly how much he wanted to be with her, and realized God had planned for it to always be her. She wasn’t far behind. He was the first to say “I love you,” steady and sure, and she would just smile every time he said it—until one day it slipped out softly when she called him “my love,” and in that quiet moment, he knew she had fallen too.