There was a time in my life where I didn’t know if I would ever find love, or a person to take care of me when I was losing myself. Almost every night, I asked God to send someone to help me, because I knew that I was not happy alone, and I just wanted to experience something so genuine. Of course, all love comes in due time, and all love develops from seemingly nothing, like this universe. So I patiently waited, until a person saw me in the same light and respect as they saw them-self. And I don’t regret it one bit.