In all of my prayers, you are always there. I thank the Lord because your path meets mine in the rightest time for both of us, and though we started feeling wounded, anxious, unprepared strangers, God's hands has been working in us. Your coming and the impact that you have been making and the extent of participation I would like you to take in my life continuously surprise me. I did not expect this to happen. I am not expecting to really love this much, to miss this much, to long this much. You are heaven's surprise to me. Because of you, love suddenly has its purest and truest meaning--- a love that heals, a love that trusts, a love that dreams, a love that does concrete actions, a love that waits, a love that aims for nothing else but the best, a love that multiplies joy...
I thought I will never get to write things about love again, except pain or deception, or heartaches. I thought I have nothing else to say about romantic stuff except no. But you came, and then made me realize that what I know about love is not yet love. But you came, and just unleashed the strength in me, and I suddenly want to jump into the risk, and say yes without doubt. Because of you, I am finding the words I am saying now. And for sure, if I didn't find you, these words will never be weaved together; they will just be empty words---though they mean something, yet they wouldn't mean what they mean now. Each word I had used and been telling you since last time are words that will now have a deeper meaning to us, a connection that will bind us, something that both our souls will just understand.. the rain, the moon, the oceans, the love, fun, first and last and the rest are words that will now have meaning that speaks to us in the same manner. The language of love, that is... And words that have been repeated each time shall continually have more intense meaning and will live on and be nurtured by acts, by words, by thoughts, and prayers...
