Listening to Randy Crawford Takes me back to lovely nights in Ugep, Where every moment felt like magic And the night itself breathed life. Those evenings were amazing— Soft winds whispering through the dark, Stars shining like distant memories, And joy glowing quietly in my heart. When I close my eyes, I feel those moments once again— Beautiful, unforgettable feelings That time can never truly erase.

“Seeing you does something to me I can't quite explain. It’s like someone has uncorked a bottle of champagne inside my chest—the bubbles rise, my heart sparkles, and suddenly every ordinary moment feels like a celebration. You light me up like fresh stars bursting across a midnight sky, and for those few seconds, I forget the whole world exists… because somehow, you’ve become my favourite view.”

“Loving you feels as natural as the sunrise—something my heart never has to question. Like flowers reaching for the warmth of the sun, I find myself reaching for you, quietly, completely, and with a love that grows a little deeper every day.”

“Loving you feels as natural as the sunrise—something my heart never has to question. Like flowers reaching for the warmth of the sun, I find myself reaching for you, quietly, completely, and with a love that grows a little deeper every day.”

I used to think a heart was a house you could only live in once— that after enough storms, the windows stayed broken and the rooms forgot how to hold warmth. Then you found me somewhere between who I was and who I was trying to become. You didn't rebuild me. You didn't paint over the cracks or pretend the storms never came. You sat with me in the unfinished rooms and let the silence be soft. And slowly, I began leaving the doors unlocked. I learned that healing isn't becoming who you were before— it's becoming someone who no longer fears the rain. Now when you hold my hand, I don't feel rescued. I feel rooted. Like something inside me that had been growing underground for years has finally found enough sunlight to reach for the sky. You didn't heal my heart. You gave it a reason to believe it could bloom again.

“Some loves are lost, not because we stopped caring, but because life chose a different path.”

When I Finally Found You I wasn't looking for you when you came into my life. I had become comfortable with my silence, with walking my own road, with telling myself that perhaps love was simply not my time. I had dreams to chase, mistakes to learn from, and a heart that had grown careful after giving too much away. Then I met you. And somehow, without trying, you made something inside me change. It wasn't just your smile, though I could lose myself in it. It wasn't only the way you spoke, or the warmth in your eyes. It was the feeling I had when I was around you— a feeling I hadn't known I had been missing. For the first time in a long time, I didn't feel like I had to pretend to be stronger than I was. I could simply be me. And the more I got to know you, the more I began to wonder if perhaps every disappointment, every lonely evening, every relationship that didn't work, every road that led nowhere, had somehow been preparing me for the road that led to you. Maybe we didn't meet too early. Maybe we didn't meet too late. Maybe we met exactly when we were supposed to. At the right time. In the right place. With hearts that had finally learned what they truly wanted. You came into my life quietly, but your presence became impossible to ignore. You became the thought that made ordinary days beautiful, the smile I found myself carrying long after we had said goodbye, and the person I began to look forward to seeing again. And somewhere along the way, without even realising it, I stopped asking myself “Could this be love?” Because my heart already knew. If I had met you years ago, perhaps I wouldn't have understood what you mean to me now. But today, I know who I am. I know what my heart has survived. I know what I want. And I know the kind of woman I want beside me. And somehow, it's you. So I won't call meeting you a coincidence. I'll call it timing. I'll call it destiny. I'll call it one of those rare moments when life finally whispers, “You've waited long enough. Here she is.” And if you ever wonder why I cherish you so deeply, remember this: I wasn't searching for love when I found you. I was simply living my life— and then you arrived, and made me realise that perhaps my heart had been waiting for you all along.

When I Finally Found You I wasn't looking for you when you came into my life. I had become comfortable with my silence, with walking my own road, with telling myself that perhaps love was simply not my time. I had dreams to chase, mistakes to learn from, and a heart that had grown careful after giving too much away. Then I met you. And somehow, without trying, you made something inside me change. It wasn't just your smile, though I could lose myself in it. It wasn't only the way you spoke, or the warmth in your eyes. It was the feeling I had when I was around you— a feeling I hadn't known I had been missing. For the first time in a long time, I didn't feel like I had to pretend to be stronger than I was. I could simply be me. And the more I got to know you, the more I began to wonder if perhaps every disappointment, every lonely evening, every relationship that didn't work, every road that led nowhere, had somehow been preparing me for the road that led to you. Maybe we didn't meet too early. Maybe we didn't meet too late. Maybe we met exactly when we were supposed to. At the right time. In the right place. With hearts that had finally learned what they truly wanted. You came into my life quietly, but your presence became impossible to ignore. You became the thought that made ordinary days beautiful, the smile I found myself carrying long after we had said goodbye, and the person I began to look forward to seeing again. And somewhere along the way, without even realising it, I stopped asking myself “Could this be love?” Because my heart already knew. If I had met you years ago, perhaps I wouldn't have understood what you mean to me now. But today, I know who I am. I know what my heart has survived. I know what I want. And I know the kind of woman I want beside me. And somehow, it's you. So I won't call meeting you a coincidence. I'll call it timing. I'll call it destiny. I'll call it one of those rare moments when life finally whispers, “You've waited long enough. Here she is.” And if you ever wonder why I cherish you so deeply, remember this: I wasn't searching for love when I found you. I was simply living my life— and then you arrived, and made me realise that perhaps my heart had been waiting for you all along. From Tunde O Salami

I exist as I am, that is enough.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

If they be two, they are two so As stiff twin compasses are two; Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show To move, but doth, if the other do. And though it in the center sit, Yet when the other far doth roam, It leans and hearkens after it, And grows erect, as that comes home. Such wilt thou be to me, who must, Like th' other foot, obliquely run; Thy firmness makes my circle just, And makes me end where I begun.