Dear Future Husband I

Sometimes I feel like people have an opinion about why I don’t have a man, as if I’m supposed to just "find" one somewhere, like it's as easy as going to the store or holding an audition. Sigh 

It’s like I’m meant to check off a list and voilà, the perfect guy will appear. But here's the truth: yes, I want to get married. Yes, I don’t want to be on this journey alone. But I also need the right man.

I’m not searching for the perfect man with six-pack abs, a six-figure salary, and a mansion with six rooms. What I want is someone who will make my world better just by being in it. Someone who has me in his plans every single day, and who is ready to create a life together. Or is that too much to ask?

I get frustrated with the pressure to be a certain way for others, when what really matters is that I’m appealing to the man meant for me. If you can’t handle me at my worst, you certainly don’t deserve me at my best. If you can’t embrace my past, then there’s no place for you in my future. The beauty you see on the outside comes from the strength I’ve built through the struggles. My journey has shaped me, and I need a man who sees and respects that.

So, to the man who will be MY MAN: You need to be ready for both sides of me—the raw and the refined, the messy and the beautiful. You’ll need to understand that I’ve been through a lot, your love and support will help me continue to grow into the woman I’m meant to be. If you’re going to be a part of my future, you’ll need to accept my past and stand beside me through it all.

You must love God deeply, because in His love, I know I’ll find the love that I desire. You must be ready for my over-the-top affection, my hopelessly romantic heart, and my yearning to close to you all the time. I’m not just looking for someone to stand by me; I’m looking for someone who wants to live this life beside me, every single day.

So, I’m not rushing. Every day is a step closer to you, and I trust that God will bring you to me in His perfect timing.

With a heart that yearns for you,

Aduradeola