You were the person I thought was the one God has for me. Everything around us seemed to align from the day we met until the day before you left. We both have the same passion, the same faith; we both love adventures and we are both an old soul. Everything felt so perfect until one day you decided to leave without saying any words that it hit me so hard realizing I was wrong all along. I was left shattered in pieces and all of my hopes of finally meeting the one I am praying for faded. So I stopped praying for you to be mine. Instead,
I started praying for my wounds to heal and to have the ability to put myself back together again.
I started praying for my eyes to see clearly again, for my tears have been making my vision vague since you left.
I started praying for strength and power to be able to get up and face this world again.
I started praying for wisdom to understand why this has to happen because even if it is you in the future or not, your leaving has something to teach me.
And I started praying for my heart to not be fearful to love again just because of the pain you caused for I don’t want to lose the chance of finally meeting the one God has for me.
Your leaving has left me wounded, defeated and pained but I know this too shall pass.
So I stopped praying for you to be mine despite believing it was you from the first day, instead
I started praying for your heart to be healed even if I don’t really know who broke it in the first place.
I started praying for your health, for your good and for your life to be where God has planned it to be.
I started praying for you to find yourself completely in God and not with another person because I want you to understand that no one can ever complete us but God himself.
I started praying for your heart to find its missing piece by yourself alone and not by trying to find it to someone else, because I don’t want somebody to experience what I have experienced when you tried finding yourself in me for a brief moment; for I know how hard it is to pick yourself up after losing a battle and being left behind.
I started praying for your happiness even if it’s not with me because your short presence taught me that love is simply hoping for a person’s fullness of joy even if it means letting them go.
I stopped praying for you to be mine and started praying for His will to be done.
