Some love stories are written in the stars—ours was written in spilled coffee, sarcasm, and a shocking revelation that changed everything. I met Jack a year ago by accidentally dumping my iced latte on his paperwork at a coffee shop. Instead of getting mad, he laughed and we ended up talking for hours. He said he worked in logistics, lived in a tiny, run-down apartment, and survived on instant ramen made with a single hot plate. Continues…