Tomorrow ❤️

I met someone who showed me that God is real. I've prayed so long for someone like him. Countless nights stained with tears, aching for someone who hears me. Someone who leads me closer to being who I am called to be. Someone who looks at me with eyes of pewter blue that remind me that love exists.

It's so new and sacred and sweet and I want to tuck it close to myself like a delicious secret, to honor it forever. I used to believe that love is crashing crescendo, a violent sea of passion and fire. But I've learned that it's more like a steady, constant chord. It grows. It endures. It feels like solid ground. It's right. It just fits. No more pining or wondering or desperation. Just pure peace and gratitude and joy.

Nothing is promised with him. Our story is still so young. But he's taken the time to plan something so special, so thoughtful. A night overlooking a glittering city. But he won me over long before that. When he stood up as he looked at me for the first time. When he made room for me in a way nobody else in the world ever had. When I knew with every fiber of my being that I could trust him.

I pray that I'll be as much of a blessing to him as he's been to me, whatever happens. I don't know what tomorrow holds, but I know it will be a gift. Because I'll get to be in his presence.

And every second with him feels infinite.

And it will be ours.