It was a few years back that I dreamed you up. You were simply a figment of my imagination. I prayed for you…thought of you almost daily. Nights up wondering if you were thinking about me as well. It was as though I was falling in love with you even though we hadn’t even met.
Done with my series of Mr. Wrongs, I shifted my focus. I decided to renew my mind. I no longer wanted anything to do with your impostors. I wanted you and only you. I refuse to waste my time and energy on posers.
It was a 40 day journey that led us together. A journey of epic highs and border-line depressing lows. I fasted…I prayed…and then…day 40 finally came. Here he stands. My fantasy came to life. Can this be real? Am I dreaming?
The days go on and each one draws my heart closer to yours. I find that the love I have for you reflects the same of first Corinthians 13:4-7. How could this be? Our “relationship” is still so young.
I pray your heart beats as my own. May my words to you be as sweet as honey…words that uplift and not tear you down. I pray to be your Proverbs 31 woman…valued higher than rubies, found trustworthy in your eyes, your best friend, virtuous, someone who makes you forget the worries of the world…forever two children at heart.
But until our confession of love is uttered, I will try not to let my emotions get the best of me. Yes, life has its share of pain, but I will not complain. After all, you are my living proof of answered prayers.
Butterflies, fears, dreams, doubts, purpose…all rolled in one, but here he stands, holding my heart and he doesn’t even know it.