Reciprocation,
such a beautiful thing.
I used to pray for my love to be returned
my words,
my effort,
the way I stayed soft even after being hurt.
But now,
I only want it if it’s real.
A longing so deep
it settles itself into my bones.
Every pulse in my body
aches to be loved gently.
A love that does not waver when life becomes heavy.
A love that stays.
A love that does not weaponize my softness.
But I’ve learned
that until God sees fit,
His love is enough for me.
And one day,
He’ll send me a man
who trembles at the thought of hurting me,
not one who wounds me knowingly
then hides behind apologies that never become change.
A man of God.
A man who keeps his word even when it is difficult.
A man who will help me build a home
where our future children never have to question
what love is supposed to feel like.
And because something that sacred
should never be rushed,
I will wait however many sunrises and sunsets it takes
for God to lead that man to me.
May 27
May 27, 2026 at 2:58 PM UTC
Reciprocation,
such a beautiful thing.
I used to pray for my love to be returned
my words,
my effort,
the way I stayed soft even after being hurt.
But now,
I only want it if it’s real.
A longing so deep
it settles itself into my bones.
Every pulse in my body
aches to be loved gently.
A love that does not waver when life becomes heavy.
A love that stays.
A love that does not weaponize my softness.
But I’ve learned
that until God sees fit,
His love is enough for me.
And one day,
He’ll send me a man
who trembles at the thought of hurting me,
not one who wounds me knowingly
then hides behind apologies that never become change.
A man of God.
A man who keeps his word even when it is difficult.
A man who will help me build a home
where our future children never have to question
what love is supposed to feel like.
And because something that sacred
should never be rushed,
I will wait however many sunrises and sunsets it takes
for God to lead that man to me.