Last night, I had a dream like none other. Three friends who have passed away returned, appearing together as if to deliver a message I could not quite grasp. Their presence was unsettling, and in the dream, something was physically wrong with me, and I was describing my pain, while three $500 bills were being passed around among my friends. I woke up carrying the weight of that dream, wondering if it hinted at something real, something I shouldn't ignore. As I sat there, my physical well-being concerned me, but there was also something else—an unexpected emptiness.
The heavy, relentless ache I had been carrying from my most recent heartbreak had lifted. I felt lighter, free from that constant sting of loss. It was as if the emotional wounds had healed overnight. It was a confusing mix of emotions, relief mingled with unease, and I found myself sitting down to write. I don't know what the future holds, but I am at peace with the present. My fingers began typing and what poured out was a reflection of love, loss, and healing., as though my heart knew what to say, even if my mind didn’t.
The day I met him, it felt like I’d found a missing piece—a part of myself I hadn’t realized was waiting to be discovered. He didn’t “complete” me in the sense that I was incomplete before, but he brought a fullness and joy that I hadn’t felt before. Our relationship wasn’t about filling gaps or fixing something broken; it was about two whole people finding strength and support in each other. I believed that God had joined us, fulfilling His promise that two could become one.
When I said he “completed me,” I didn’t mean I was half a person without him. I meant that he was a blessing, bringing more love, purpose, and meaning to my life. Together, we created something even greater than what we were on our own. Our lives felt as though they were meant to intertwine in a way that was unique and irreplaceable. In my eyes, that’s what we shared—a unity that, even though challenged by distance and difficulties of misunderstandings, brought something beautiful into my world.
Relationships are not without storms, and we faced our share. The physical distance made things harder, with no way to simply hold hands or be present when words fell short. Even with the distance and challenges, I believed that our foundation—built on trust, respect, and faith—could help us weather anything. For me, he was the person I wanted to face life’s challenges with, and even though we couldn’t be physically close, I trusted in him and in what we shared—I trusted that love could withstand anything.
Despite the time that has passed since we parted, my heart still holds onto the belief that our love was destined. So, I wait—not out of heartbreak, but out of faith that God’s plan is wiser than anything I could try to imagine. I trust that if it is His will, what I believe to be true will come to pass. I don’t know what the future holds, but I am at peace knowing that if it is meant to be, the path will lead us back together. I can leave our past in the past to build a beautiful life together. I trust that God knows what is best for us, and I am willing to wait on His timing, still holding that place of love in my heart for him.
As I continue to wait, I feel no heartache or bitterness, only a quiet hope that what is meant to be will eventually unfold. And in the meantime, I carry with me the lessons of love, the strength gained from loss, and the belief that faith can move mountains—even through the toughest of storms. Seeing my friends in my dream not only reminded me how much I miss them and how they accepted me for who I am, but also reaffirmed that God is with me. Everything I have been through in my life has led me here, with a patient heart ready for whatever comes next.
Psalm 62:5
Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him.
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