I am not really used to this kind of thing.
I am not the kind of man who just watches a lady worth knowing from afar. I am always making my intentions clear, always trying to make my purpose as pure and unadulterated as possible. But right now, I can’t. It’s not that I am afraid of rejection. It’s just… I don’t want to startle you. I don’t want you to think that I am trying to get close just because you’re pretty. Of course, you’re pretty, but your beautiful soul is actually what attracts me to you.
You fear God. You love your work—which is not very common today by the way—and your mom. You’re contented with who you are and most importantly, though life’s trials make you forget, you remind yourself that you’re secure in His love and nothing is, even more, prettier than a soul who loves Christ and deeply knows that He loves her deeply too.
Honestly, I want to be friends with you so I could see you behind the facade of Instagram stories. I want to see how you respond to pressure. I want to see you angry. I want to see you when you’re having a bad day and not just when things are sunny. I want to see you cry or while you silently drive your car. I want to see you in a traffic jam. I want to see you hungry. I want to see you worship. I want to know what breaks your heart and what God calls you to do and I know that being friends with you is the best way that I could understand you as a person. It is the best way to comprehend and appreciate you like a lady without doing the usual best foot forward approach.
I am praying for your spiritual growth.
I hope we could talk someday.
