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Betty Liss
Receptionist @ Microfinance Institute
Receptionist @ Microfinance Institute
I ALREADY KNOW
<p>I don't know who I'll marry yet.</p><p>I don't know his name,</p><p>The sound of his laugh,</p><p>Or the stories he'll bring into my life.</p><p><br/></p><p>But I already know who I will not marry.</p><p><br/></p><p>I won't marry someone</p><p>Who makes me feel lonely while sitting beside me.</p><p>Someone who makes love feel like something</p><p>I have to earn every single day.</p><p><br/></p><p>I won't marry someone</p><p>Who laughs at my dreams,</p><p>Who speaks louder than kindness,</p><p>Or mistakes control for care.</p><p><br/></p><p>I won't marry someone</p><p>Who only stays when life is easy,</p><p>But disappears when my heart needs a hand to hold.</p><p><br/></p><p>I'm not looking for perfection.</p><p>Neither am I perfect.</p><p><br/></p><p>I just hope we choose each other,</p><p>Again and again,</p><p>Even on the ordinary days</p><p>When love looks less like butterflies</p><p>And more like patience, grace, and showing up.</p><p><br/></p><p>I don't know who I'll marry.</p><p><br/></p><p>But I know love should feel safe.</p><p>It should leave room for laughter,</p><p>For honest conversations,</p><p>For quiet prayers,</p><p>And for two people who are still growing.</p><p><br/></p><p>Until that day comes,</p><p>I'll keep becoming the kind of person</p><p>I'd be grateful to spend a lifetime with.</p><p><br/></p><p>Maybe that's where every good love story begins.</p><p>Not with finding the right person, </p><p>But with becoming one.</p><p><br/></p><p>~LISS WHISPERS</p>
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