I love him.
I love him like my life depends on him.
I love the way he smiles, the way he looks at me, the way he loves me.

I love him—because no one has ever loved or cared for me the way he does.
I love him because in a world where it feels like there's no one for me, he stands by me, constantly reassuring me that everything will be fine.
I love him because he feels like the perfect one for me—
Healthily built, tall, dark-skinned hottie...
Just the way I like it.

I love him because his understanding matches mine.
He says my thoughts even before I speak.

But in the midst of all the excitement, a voice rises—
Strong. Clear.
Not the voice of a man, or of an animal,
Not the voice of my emotions, or of my circumstances,
But the voice of wisdom.
A voice that births conviction.
A voice that speaks truth and reveals what is real.

A voice saying, in the calmest yet most powerful tone:
“He is not yours.”

And every time I try to push forward, to take us further,
That voice returns—like a reminder, like a warning.

I could have sworn he was the one for me,
That I was made for him, and he for me.
I could have sworn we would spend eternity together.

Despite the warnings…
Maybe I can strive to make us work—at all costs.
This love feels too deep to let go.
It is meant to be kept, treasured… forever.

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To my beautiful sisters out there:
I know it’s not easy.
But if God says it—then letting go means total dependence on Him, and absolute trust in His Word.

Learn to trust God so deeply, that when He leads—you follow.
When He calls—you answer.

Even when it doesn't make sense...
Especially when it doesn't make sense.