What started as a girl moving from Salisbury to Fredericton became a love story she never expected. Sunday after Sunday, she saw him, and Sunday after Sunday, he saw her too. Not only did he see her, but people kept telling him, “You’ve gotta talk to her.” But he held back. She was beautiful. Way out of his league.

Then came his sister’s wedding. She showed up, stayed late, and handed over an entire cheesecake just for him. That was it. That cheesecake somehow made its way to his heart. That night, he finally messaged her: “Thanks for the cheesecake.”

From there, the floodgates opened. One message turned into paragraphs, and those paragraphs turned into deep, real conversations. But then, randomly, he stopped messaging for about a week. No real reason. Just nerves, maybe. But one night, a few people were headed to St. Louis Bar & Grill, and he asked her if she wanted to come with him. She said yes.

He paid for her meal, drove her back to her car, and before she got out of the car, he looked at her and said, “You’re beautiful… I could see this going somewhere.” And she smiled and said she felt the same way.

Since that night, it’s been love. Real, steady, growing kind of love, and it’s just getting started.

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