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A Letter to The One

So many of us young people feel insecure because we do not find our "one true love". But that is not true, it's not like we can't find them, we just haven't met them yet. And besides. we do not find love, love finds us.

We, being human, missed them, longed for them even if we haven't met them. We should be well-prepare to be the best version of ourselves and greet them with our big, confident self which is more than ready to welcome them into our lives and be our life-long partner.

A Letter to The One

Hello, love.
How are you?
I hope this letter finds you, and it finds you well.
You know, recently I remembered this lyric from 'IDK you yet, by Alexander 23'.

"How can you miss someone you've never met? Cause I need you now but I don't know you yet.
Oh tell me are your eyes brown, blue or green? And do you like it with sugar and cream?
How can you miss someone you've never met?"

He repeatedly ask that particular question over and over again. Of how can we miss someone we've never met.
Well, we never want to admit that we need someone to be our forever comfort-area, but we do.
Because we are human and we, for better and worse, need our "home" with our other half. We need it no matter what.

Companionship, that is, that we seek.
Even with marriage, we are still our own person.
Love is about two already-whole person finding each other, bringing up the best in one another.

Love is never about one person completing each other. We really don’t need anyone to complete us, for we're already complete by ourselves.

So please, love. Whoever and wherever you are, please be well.
Please pray for me, and I'll pray for you always from wherever I am, too.
Because God's "whenever" is always greater than ours.


- Ananda Khaira Azizah
Pekanbaru, 17 Juni 2020.



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