He Loved Me First

I found love first in silence— not in a voice, but in presence. God met me where loneliness tried to make a home. And that’s when I learned love doesn't need touch to hold you. From that well, I drank enough to recognize the eyes of a man who didn’t try to fix me— just stayed. Romantic love followed like dawn follows prayer— soft, certain, warm without demanding warmth back. He held the echoes of the divine without trying to replace it. Then came the third. A heartbeat placed in my arms, a name that called me “home” before she could speak. And I knew — love completes itself when it multiplies. The world says start with romance, chase the high. But I found the order matters. Without God, you mistake infatuation for fate. You raise children with half a heart. But with God— every kind of love becomes whole.