Deola's Diary

I used to think love should be loud. With signs. With urgency. With something dramatic enough to convince me it was real. But God had other plans. The love He introduced into my life did not shout. It whispered. And somehow, that whisper carried more weight than all the noise I had known before. “God is in the wind, the earthquake, or the fire, but He is also in the still small voice.” And that is exactly how this love showed up. Quiet. Steady. Sure. It didn’t arrive trying

Hey Future husband, I hope that when you read these letters, you see how much I anticipated your arrival and I hope you smile. Writing these letters is like a therapeutic experience for me and I hope you love each of these letters as much as I loved writing them. When I think of you especially in recent times; I see a man who looks at me like I am his first baby but also like the love of his life. I see a man that makes me smile without even trying, I see a man that loves my

There are no perfect words for this, but let me see if I can try. You feel like a paradox; someone I’ve never truly known, yet somehow my soul recognizes you without hesitation. It’s really strange how I can look at you and feel a sense of belonging, even though I’m still learning who you are. You are both a mystery and a memory, both unknown and unforgettable. You feel like someone I’ve known forever, and yet when I look closely, you’re still a mystery. You’re a stranger in

In the story of my life, I could list all the achievements I’ve gathered up to this point. And honestly? Not to blow my own horn, I can definitely say that I’ve done well for myself. Still I find myself wondering; where are you? What are you doing right now? What are your likes and dislikes? Your hobbies? Your turn-ons and turn-offs? You’re the part of me that’s still missing. The piece that completes the puzzle. So come be who you were created to be. My husband. My friend.