#futurelove

“The Therapy Proposal”

As I walked down the road, I found a note,

Lying on the floor, dusty and slightly roughed up.

Two thoughts hit my mind, and I finally decided to pick it up.

It was from someone closer to me souly, yet physically far away from me.

I nearly dropped the letter, but when he mentioned therapy, I knew it was for his soulmate.

Money for therapy because he wants to marry me.

He didn’t just say it.

He left an address and the name of a therapist, Mrs Ridiculous.

Instead of thinking about the therapy, one thought crossed my mind:

Could Mrs Ridiculous know where he is?

Can she help me track him down, or will she just see me as someone who needs intensive therapy?

Why Mrs Ridiculous’ address and name instead of his?

Maybe, yes, I do need therapy, because why am I having these thoughts?

He asked, “Can I send you money for therapy?” and didnt even wait for my response. He paid for it because he knew that, as someone who needed therapy, I might say no just to please him.

What a catch.

He is my Souly.

He didnt stop there.

He went on.

He didnt say, “Will you marry me?”

He said, “Because I want to marry you.”

Now the adrenaline is adrenalingg.

The sweat.

The shock.

Marry? Who? Me?

I nearly fell down because I was so anxious.

Who would have thought?

I knew he was out there somewhere, but money, therapy, marriage, me? On the same note?

Maybe its a joke, but who would joke with Mai Tino like that?

Who else cares about her and therapy besides her Souly, Ba Tino, whom she doesn’t know, but the zodiac signs somehow seem to know because, apparently, being a Leo means she deserves therapy before marriage.

Instead of being happy, I stood there dizzy and confused, unable to walk.

Then, for a second, I asked myself:

What if he is close by, checking all my movements?

What if he realizes I spend half of my day in pajamas?

But maybe he isnt bad after all, because he already knows I need therapy.

Now I have to look for Mrs Ridiculous

Not the therapist,

But the one who can help me track down my Souly.

Do I go there as a patient, a villain…

“The Therapy Proposal”

As I walked down the road, I found a note,

Lying on the floor, dusty and slightly roughed up.

Two thoughts hit my mind, and I finally decided to pick it up.

It was from someone closer to me souly, yet physically far away from me.

I nearly dropped the letter, but when he mentioned therapy, I knew it was for his soulmate.

Money for therapy because he wants to marry me.

He didn’t just say it.

He left an address and the name of a therapist, Mrs Ridiculous.

Instead of thinking about the therapy, one thought crossed my mind:

Could Mrs Ridiculous know where he is?

Can she help me track him down, or will she just see me as someone who needs intensive therapy?

Why Mrs Ridiculous’ address and name instead of his?

Maybe, yes, I do need therapy, because why am I having these thoughts?

He asked, “Can I send you money for therapy?” and didnt even wait for my response. He paid for it because he knew that, as someone who needed therapy, I might say no just to please him.

What a catch.

He is my Souly.

He didnt stop there.

He went on.

He didnt say, “Will you marry me?”

He said, “Because I want to marry you.”

Now the adrenaline is adrenalingg.

The sweat.

The shock.

Marry? Who? Me?

I nearly fell down because I was so anxious.

Who would have thought?

I knew he was out there somewhere, but money, therapy, marriage, me? On the same note?

Maybe its a joke, but who would joke with Mai Tino like that?

Who else cares about her and therapy besides her Souly, Ba Tino, whom she doesn’t know, but the zodiac signs somehow seem to know because, apparently, being a Leo means she deserves therapy before marriage.

Instead of being happy, I stood there dizzy and confused, unable to walk.

Then, for a second, I asked myself:

What if he is close by, checking all my movements?

What if he realizes I spend half of my day in pajamas?

But maybe he isnt bad after all, because he already knows I need therapy.

Now I have to look for Mrs Ridiculous

Not the therapist,

But the one who can help me track down my Souly.

Do I go there as a patient, a villain…

There are nights when the silence feels louder than words.

Nights when you scroll endlessly, wondering how everyone else seems to have found their person—while you’re still waiting for a sign that love hasn’t forgotten your address.

That was me.

I wasn’t desperate. I wasn’t broken. I was just… tired of wondering who I was meant to love.

The Question That Wouldn’t Leave Me Alone

What does my future partner look like? Do they smile easily? Do they feel like home?

I didn’t want another dating app. I didn’t want another “love will come when you least expect it” quote.

I wanted something real. Something that felt aligned.

That’s when I found Sketch My Lover.

At first, I laughed it off. A sketch? From an intuitive artist? It sounded too simple.

But something inside me whispered: “Try.”

When the Sketch Arrived…

I opened my email slowly. Heart racing for no logical reason.

And then—I saw it.

A face I had never met… yet somehow recognized.

The eyes felt familiar. The expression felt calm, steady, safe.

I didn’t cry because it was magical. I cried because it felt true.

It wasn’t about predicting the future. It was about activating belief.

Something Shifted After That

I started showing up differently.

I trusted my instincts more. I stopped chasing the wrong connections. I stopped settling for “almost love.”

For the first time in years, I wasn’t searching.

I was expecting.

And that changes everything.

This Isn’t About a Drawing

It’s about alignment. It’s about clarity. It’s about reminding your heart that love isn’t random.

Sometimes, the universe doesn’t send signs. Sometimes… it sends a face.

If you’ve been feeling that quiet ache—the one that says “I know someone is meant for me”—maybe this is your sign.

This music playlist takes you on a journey through time and emotions with mesmerizing melodies. Imagine hearts beating in sync and a sense of anticipation for that special connection waiting in the future. It's all about embracing the unknown, finding love's magnetic pull, and discovering the beauty in unexpected encounters. This music playlist celebrates the timeless nature of love, reminding us that no matter the distance or obstacles, love always finds a way. So sit back, relax, and let the music and visuals sweep you away as you dream of embracing that epic love story yet to come. Get ready to be captivated and inspired by the power of future love!

*POV: You've just arrived in an magnificently unfamiliar place and are looking for a cute souvenir to take home with you. But then you pause and grab another one that matches yours because you realize you could save things from your solo travels to gift to your future lover.

and all further sprinkles added

too perfect for my unhealed self

how i pledge to never take u for granted.

you fancy holding hands and embraces

listening, i try to pacify my inner squeal

also not afraid of claiming your affection

my thoughts wonder if you're real or reel.

i mentioned reading the classics

listening to them is what you endeared

under the shade of tall trees we lay

Ilene woods singing to us hence so appeared.

It had been a long day. The rain had decided to come down with a vengeance. Lightning snaked through the sky like Zeus was having a fit. I hurried inside and quickly mashed the elevator. All I wanted was to be home with you. I didn’t want to study. Or do my homework. I just wanted to be Laughing with you. Being at peace. Those thoughts made me walk quicker down the hallway, stopping when I reached our door. I unlocked the door with haste to our apartment, to find soft music filling the space.The lighting was dim and there you are on the couch, comfy as can be. With a big warm blanket pulled around you and already changed into PJ’s. Knowing you, you probably also  went overboard with work again. yet you still found time to order a pizza, remarkable. I couldn’t help but smile at the scene. To drink in the sight of you.