thatgirlcalled_chioma :
I’ve finally found the words for the kind of love I’ve always prayed for. You’re my 1 Corinthians 13. Not because you're perfect, but because you're patient. You listen before you speak; you choose kindness over convenience. You never make me earn the gentleness you so freely give. You make room for every version of me: the healing one, the fearful one, the hopeful one. You love me without rushing my becoming. You celebrate who I am while believing in who I’m still growing into. Your love has never asked me to shrink, to perform, or to prove that I am worthy of it. It simply makes room for me the way grace does. Maybe that’s why your love feels biblical, not because it has never stumbled, but because every day it chooses patience over pride, kindness over being right, and presence over perfection. If love is patient, if love is kind, if love keeps no record of wrong, then perhaps that is why, every time you love me, I catch a glimpse of God.
2026-07-04 23:21:28