malia

I love how he made me wait for decades. I love how he broke my heart, my trust, and even my respect, not only for men, but also for myself. I love how he allowed me to cry on the streets, and I love how he saw me pray and beg for the pain to go, and for a new love to flourish.

In times I felt hopeless and helpless, and in many times I almost gave up on myself and on love, he heard not what I said, but he listened on what my heart truly desires. And so, he gave Kyle as an apology for all the hurt, pain, and for the long unanswered prayers.

What Kyle has for me, outweighed every tear that poured in my face and every ache my heart experienced. Kyle’s love for me was greater than I could ever imagine, that sometimes I question if I am deserving of his love.

My man was ever generous. He only has so much for now, but he has given his everything to me. He buys me food, he picks me up every week from my office even if it meant commuting four hours and coming home late just to make sure I am home safe. He enthusiastically tries every hobby and every thing that I want to do and experience, without a question and even a second thought. He gives me his time, especially when he is busy.

My man was ever loving. He says, he do, and he makes me feel his love, every second of the day, in any occasion, in any place, and in a multitude of ways. I never questioned his love for me, because he shows it and he proves it.

I could honestly spend hours just talking how wonderful God’s apology is. And i love his apology, a love that i never imagined i could still give after everything.

My only prayer is that we both continue and strengthen the love we had, because I hope it is us at the end of the aisle. I pray its you, Kyle.