My fourteen-year-old son, Daniel, had recently discovered a passion for soccer. Every afternoon he practiced until sunset, often talking about his coach, Charles, who believed in his talent. After his father left years earlier, this was the first time I had seen Daniel truly happy again.

One evening after a game, I met his coach — and froze. Coach Charles was my first love, the man who had disappeared from my life right after high school without explanation. We had once planned a future together, but he vanished, and I later married someone else for stability, not love. Seeing him again brought back emotions I thought were long gone.Charles became an important presence in Daniel’s life, supporting him through practices and games. Daniel grew confident and joyful. Then, during a crucial match, Daniel suffered a serious injury that ended his dreams of competitive soccer. As he struggled to cope, Charles remained by his side, offering comfort and strength.

One night at the hospital, Charles revealed the truth about the past. He had planned to propose years ago but left after receiving a letter from my father, who threatened to ruin my future if he stayed. Believing he was protecting me, Charles walked away — though he never stopped loving me.

Confronting my father brought closure, and when my ex-husband briefly tried to return, I finally chose to move forward. Charles continued to support both me and Daniel, and slowly, we rebuilt what had once been lost.

Months later, Charles proposed again — this time in our backyard. I said yes. Daniel will walk me down the aisle, and for the first time, I feel certain about the future ahead.