I am glad god wrote him into my Destiny

It was an afternoon when I received a text message on my phone. I checked the notification, put the phone back , and returned to my bed. I didn’t feel like doing anything. Life had recently shown me the biggest loss of my life. My body was resting on the bed, but my mind was far from calm- Overwhelmed with countless thoughts, heavy and restless.

He was about to enter my life.

But my heart couldn’t recognize him yet. I couldn’t recognize my soulmate even when he was standing right in front of me. I tried to push him away as much as I could. Fear had taught me to protect myself by keeping people out.

But he stayed.

He waited patiently for me to calm down. He didn’t rush my healing. He simply gave me time– until I slowly learned how to trust people again. I used to sit beside him for hours, without exchanging a single word.

He never complained. He never asked for anything. Not once did he say we should talk more or try harder to know each other. Not a single demand. Not a single complaint.

When he asked out on our first date, I told him I couldn’t meet. I didn’t feel like dressing up or even washing my face. I couldn’t present myself like that on a first date. He smiled shyly and said,” You can come in your pajamas. We’ll just sit in the car,”

He said I didn’t need to get ready—“I’ll see you without makeup anyway.” Then he said something that calmed my heart- I’m not here just for one date. Just come and sit beside me.”

I gathered some courage and finally went to see him.

He looked like an angel.

I sat in the front seat, nervous, holding a bottle of water because I couldn’t speak. As he walked towards the supermarket to get something to snack on, I watched him silently.

And in that moment, I saw my father in him– because every daughter hopes her partner carries the kindness of her dad.

We sat together for a long time. I spoke without stopping, pouring out everything I had been holding inside. He never interrupted me- not even once. He listened as if he wanted me to release all the pain I was carrying.

As if he wanted me to glow again, to feel lighter, to forget the sorrow for a while.

When I came home, I couldn’t stop crying. But this time, the tears were different. I felt light–like someone had gently lifted all the heaviness from my heart.

And that night, after a very long time,

I slept peacefully❣️