If someone were to tell me this was how I'd spend month 11 then I'd probably do a God forbid and a back to sender hand-over-my-head sign. Why and how will I not be talking to the one I love? Why and how will I not know the day to day of my heartbeat? Why and how will I not hear the voice and the rise and fall pitch that creates a beautiful melody in the laughter of the one I yearn for?... Well, guess who in fact allowed instead of forbade? God.
If you know how Jeffery and I were, you'd know the only true being able to cause a pause, a hold, a break, is our maker. The one person we both submit too, even when it is hard. Especially when it is hard.
Month 11 and all I have are memories, voicenotes that spark joy just to hear the voice of my lover, messages that make me smile ear to ear, pictures that make my heart leap for intense joy.
There’s a handwritten note on my notes board in my room that my lover once wrote me and it ends with “Love, Jeffery.” I hold on to the littlest things now because they mean much more.
So cheers🥂 to month 11, May our convictions grow stronger, our hearts grow fonder, our roots grow deeper and our love anchored only in God’s will. May our love story be made perfect through Abba. The only one that can turn messes to beautiful balls of perfection and fire. The only one who has our gaze,affection and attention.
Your Partner in Growth,
Sopuru.