Part 3: If You’re Meant to Be With Someone, It Will Find Its Way No Matter How Hard You Avoid

I wish I could tell the whole world how amazing my husband is.

I grew up surrounded by people who measured someone’s worth by how much money they had. Back then, I was young and naive too, so sometimes I almost believed it.

But then I met my husband. And somehow, he changed the way I see love completely. I realised it was never really about money. It was always about personality. About the kind of man someone is when nobody is looking.

Since I was young, I used to pray for a man with a charming smile, a sharp jawline, someone funny and playful, someone who would make me feel wanted, support my interests, stay beside me through everything, and make life feel a little lighter.

And somehow… I found all of that in him.

People around me used to tell me I could “do better” just because he drove a small car and came from a simple village background.

But I never saw him that way. I was happy with him then, and I’m still happy with him now.

One day, I came across a simple quote that has stayed close to my heart ever since:

“If you see him the way I do, you would want him too.”

And honestly, that was enough for me.

Maybe that’s also why I rarely overshare about him. Some things feel too precious to place in front of the whole world. I’d rather quietly cherish them for myself.

He truly is one of the most amazing people I’ve ever met. After everything we’ve been through together, he never backs down. No matter how hard life gets, he keeps moving forward. Sometimes, he inspires me more than he knows.

Even during the hardest times, he was never calculative with me. If he only had $10 left, he would still give me $8 without hesitation, without sighing, without making me feel guilty for needing help.

And maybe that’s why, whenever I pray for better opportunities in life, I never pray for myself alone.

If God opens a door for me, I pray my husband walks through it with me too.

Because he deserves beautiful things in this life.

He deserves softness.
He deserves peace.
He deserves the kind of happiness he gives so freely to others.

These are some of the glitters I will always hold close to my heart.

May we grow old together.

d.g✨

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