My Love,

 

By the time you read this, we will have already found each other.

 

But I want you to know… I was thinking about you long before I knew your name.

 

Not in a desperate way.

Not in a searching-the-crowd way.

 

More like how the ocean knows the tide is coming.

 

I didn’t always understand what love was supposed to feel like.

 

For a long time, I thought love was something you earned by shrinking.

By performing.

By proving you were worth staying for.

 

I thought love was intensity.

Attachment.

Survival.

 

But time, and grace,  taught me something different.

 

Love is safe.

Love is calm.

Love tells the truth even when it’s uncomfortable.

Love doesn’t leave when things get heavy.

Love doesn’t require me to disappear to keep it.

 

So when you meet me, you won’t be meeting the woman who begged to be chosen.

 

You’ll be meeting the woman who chose herself first.

 

You’ll meet the woman who learned how to sit in silence without needing noise to fill it.

Who learned how to soothe her own storms.

Who stopped chasing confusion and started honoring peace.

 

And I hope, when you arrive, you’re not coming to complete me.

 

I hope you’re coming whole too.

 

I don’t need a rescuer.

I don’t need perfection.

I don’t need a performance.

 

I need a partner.

 

Someone who knows that love is not built in grand gestures but in small, daily decisions:

Staying.

Listening.

Repairing.

Praying.

Laughing when life gets ridiculous.

Holding hands in the ordinary.

 

I hope you are kind.

Not just when things are easy, but when you’re tired.

When you’re stressed.

When you’re misunderstood.

 

I hope you know how to apologize.

And how to forgive.

 

I hope you’re a man who isn’t afraid of softness.

Who understands that strength isn’t dominance,  it’s presence.

 

And when life breaks us open, because it will, I hope we choose each other again in the rubble.

 

Not out of obligation.

But out of love that has been tested and still stands.

 

I want a life where we grow, not just coexist.

Where faith is something we live, not just speak.

Where home feels like exhale.

 

And when the world feels loud…

I hope we become quiet for each other.

 

So wherever you are right now... 

Healing.

Learning.

Becoming.

 

Take your time.

 

I’m not waiting in lack.

 

I’m living.

I’m building.

I’m laughing.

I’m loving this life.

 

And when our paths finally cross,

It won’t feel like something missing was found.

 

It will feel like something aligned.

 

Until then…

 

Grow well.

 

I’ll see you soon.

 

Your future wife 💫