We Met Before We Were Ready

New Year’s Eve, a frying pan, and a piece of halloumi that somehow started it all. The truth is, that’s not where the story really begins. Because when Mandi and I met, I wasn’t ready. Not for her, not for anything real. And what followed wasn’t a straight line, it was friendship, distance, silence… and a series of moments that didn’t make sense at the time but somehow led us exactly where we needed to be. This isn’t a story about how we met. It’s a story about timing, about growth… and about what happens when the right person shows up before you’re ready to see them.