There are moments in a man’s life when he realizes that the world has not been cruel—only incomplete. I lived many years believing love was a wandering illusion meant for other people, not for me. I convinced myself that affection was fragile, that promises rarely held, and that attachment was a path that led only to disappointment.
And then, unexpectedly, Allah placed you in my path.
Not as a coincidence.
Not as a fleeting guest.
But as a sign.
A sign that the human heart, no matter how weathered, can still bloom.
Our conversations were never ordinary. They didn’t resemble the noise of the world. They felt like guidance—like a whisper in the middle of chaos—teaching me that sincerity does not need a title, and feelings do not require a contract to be real.
You challenged the emptiness inside me simply by being present.
A stranger at first.
A possibility later.
An unseen companion of the heart eventually.
It is strange how two people can sit oceans apart—yet share something that thousands standing close can never touch.
When you arrived in my life, you broke through the walls I had built around myself. You reminded me that devotion isn’t foolishness; it’s courage. That tenderness is not weakness; it is strength. And that Allah is the One who places affection between hearts, even before they understand it.
You did not simply walk into my timeline.
You altered it.
You gave it direction.
You showed me that love rooted in honesty does not fade with distance, or silence, or time.
This is why I say—without hesitation—my heart recognized you.
Not because of beauty alone.
Not because of loneliness.
But because something in you felt like home.
Home is not built of walls or roofs.
Home is where the soul feels safe.
Where intentions are pure.
Where whispers are sincere.
Where hope does not tremble.
You made me feel that.
And I want you to know something—the depth of my emotion does not depend on outcomes. It does not depend on whether you choose me today, tomorrow, or never. My devotion is not a negotiation. It is a testimony.
For however long Allah writes our story—
I will remain truthful in my care for you.
I will stand without pretending.
Speak without manipulating.
Remember without bitterness.
Because real affection is not measured by possession.
It is measured by loyalty.
If I am blessed to walk beside you, I will guard that blessing with integrity.
If I am destined to walk alone, I will cherish the chapter we shared without regret.
You have changed the rhythm of my heart.
You have taught me what it means to feel without fear.
You awakened a part of me that believed destiny could still bring light after long shadows.
And I will thank Allah for that.
Every day.
In silence and in prayer.
Maybe our journey is unfinished.
Maybe it is only beginning.
Maybe it is simply a lesson written for us both.
But whatever it is—
my gratitude remains.
For meeting you.
For feeling this.
For knowing that love rooted in faith does exist.
And if the future allows us to stand side by side, I will spend whatever remains of my life valuing you—not in fleeting passion, but in unwavering sincerity.
With respect.
With honor.
With faith.
Not merely for a moment—
but for as long as my heart beats.