"I have found the one whom my soul loves." Song of Solomon 3:4
A LOVE LETTER TO THE WOMAN I LOVE.....
“He who finds a wife finds a good thing and obtains favor from the Lord.”
Becoming The Man You Deserve
I’ve spent a lot of time looking back—not just at us, but at me. And I’ve come to understand a few things I couldn’t see clearly before.
I learned that love isn’t just about how you feel—it’s about how you show up.
And even though I loved you deeply, I wasn’t always able to show it in the ways you needed. I got caught in survival mode, thinking I was doing what I had to do. But I didn’t realize how much that left you feeling unseen, unchosen, and alone. That’s something I’ll always regret.
I learned that strength doesn’t mean holding everything in and trying to handle it all alone. Real strength is allowing someone in, even when things are heavy. I see now that I didn’t let you carry it with me—and in doing so, I pushed you away when I needed you most.
I learned that love requires attention. Presence. Patience.
It’s not about perfect timing. It’s about making room for the person you love, even in the chaos.
Most of all, I learned that losing you changed me.
You were never a placeholder. You were the real thing. And I carry the lessons of our love—and the pain of losing it—like a compass now. Guiding me toward the man I want to be.
If there’s ever a chance to try again… I promise I’ll show up differently. Not with words, but with actions.
The Future I Pray For....
I hope for a second chance—not just to be with you again, but to do it right this time.
I hope to wake up beside you, hold your hand during the hard days, and celebrate the small wins together. I want to share everyday moments with you—the grocery store runs, the lazy Sundays, the bike rides, the late-night talks about nothing and everything.
I hope to grow with you. To heal what we lost. To rebuild trust, brick by brick, not with promises but with consistent love.
I want to listen more, love better, and never stop showing you that you’re the most important part of my life.
I hope that when you think of home, you think of me. That one day, you’ll look at me not as someone who hurt you, but as someone who fought to become worthy of another chance.
More than anything, I hope we get the kind of love that lasts. Not because it’s perfect, but because we chose it—again and again.
If there’s even a chance for that… I’ll be here, ready to build it with you.