People kept saying I was running out of time. Some said I had missed my chance. But deep inside, I knew I hadn’t.
I wasn’t ready to marry just to please people or stop their talk. I wanted peace. I wanted love that was calm and kind. I didn’t want to rush into something that didn’t feel right in my spirit.
At 46, I found what I was waiting for. A man who sees me, respects me, and brings me joy. A love that feels like home. Not loud or flashy—just real.
It wasn’t too late. It was the right time. A love that came when I was whole. When I had peace within. That kind of love doesn’t follow a clock.
So don’t rush. Don’t marry because you feel pressure. Wait for your own joy.
