In time, I found my way.
Not by running, not by striving—but by waiting.
Jesus taught me how to be still,
how to trust in what I could not yet see,
how to carry a love so deep it could not be shaken by silence or years.
He taught me that love does not chase—it abides.
Love does not demand—it hopes.
And in that hope, I have waited for her—the love of my life.
No matter what life brings,
no matter the distance, the pain, or the delay—
I will always love her.
Not just with my own love, but with the love God placed in me.
The kind that endures all things, believes all things,
and waits in eternity for its fulfilment.
Our life together is already written in Heaven.
It is rich.
It is beautiful.
And one day, she will see it too.
She will recognise me.
She will know I am the only man
who can give her what her soul was always yearning for.
Not possessions.
Not praise.
But love.
From God.
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