I have always been a person who looks after others. I have been giving what I can just to make sure that everyone around me is happy and satisfied. I go over and beyond their expectations.
Until one day, I realized that no one actually does the same thing for me.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not expecting them to return the favor. I did that because that’s the love language I speak. But I realized, for once, that I also have this desire to feel loved. And I guess, everyone deserves that. To be loved. To be given the best because you deserve it. To somehow be spoiled and hear ‘yeses’. So I prayed and waited.
People came into my life, but I was easily deceived into feeling, “this is the one” just because I have this timeline. Then I realized that I was just getting the bare minimum (and at some point, it was even hard to get the bare minimum). So I got tired and almost gave up on the hopes of it. Still, I prayed.
‘Till I met this guy. I asked God, “Is this him? If this is him, I pray to have the kind of love that has peace, security, and joy. I pray for someone who’s sure about me. Someone who will pursue me. I pray that you bless this man’s heart so he can love me the way You want me to be loved. And I pray that I become the person You intended for this person to also feel loved.”
So to the man I’m with right now, I want you to know that I prayed for you. I will continuously pray for you. And I hope that the love I’m giving you mirrors God’s love for you.