A couple of months ago we didn’t know each other. We were two strangers in two separate worlds, yet we were both waiting for each other.

I spent every Thursday night last semester sitting in my college prayer group and would break down crying. I was broken. I had gone through a lot in a year, more than most people go through. I went through anxiety, depression, two sexual assaults, and one toxic relationship. I didn’t understand why this was happening to me. I was a nice girl. What was wrong with me? I was lonely. I wanted a boyfriend. Random hookups are fun in the moment but they never turn into anything. They left me feeling empty, worthless, sad, and used. I lost a lot of self-respect. I didn’t love myself, yet I expected someone else to. I developed self-hatred. I foolishly looked to boys for my self-worth. I started to believe that I deserved all of the terrible things that happened to me.

I was praying for God to hear my cry.

And I began praying for the boy who would love me next. I didn’t know you but I was praying for you. And there you were just a couple hours away at school, and only five minutes away back home. I prayed that God would prepare both of our hearts for each other and when we were both ready, God would bring us together.

God’s timing is always perfect. People say love comes when you least expect it. And it did.

I grew so tired of waiting, waiting, waiting. And then God sent me you.

You are more than worth the wait.

You are more than worth the distance.

You are more than worth the pain and suffering I went through.

You know who you are and I love you.