First Post by Rena Veekiz and First Post on Live Server

How I met the one i thought was the love of my life ‎ ‎It happened on a quiet Sunday morning. ‎ ‎I walked into church a bit late, looking for an empty seat, when i saw him. He wasn’t just handsome—he was striking. Neatly dressed, with warm brown eyes and a gentle smile that seemed to reach into my soul. When he lifted his hands during worship, something stirred in my spirit. It wasn’t just attraction. It felt… divine. ‎ ‎I heard the holy spirit ministering to me saying "This is the man in whom my heart belongs to." ‎ ‎After service, our eyes met. That's how we fell in love at first sight. And somehow, that one moment turned into DMs, long phone calls, and dinner dates. ‎ ‎No lies! Everyone warned me. ‎ ‎“Take your time. ‎You barely know him.” ‎ “Have you prayed about this relationship?” They all advised. ‎ ‎But love had already made a home in my heart and you know nobody can advice one who is already in love. ‎ ‎Robert was perfect—or so it seemed. ‎ ‎We became official within weeks. I practically moved into his apartment and things got so cool and smooth _ Until... ‎ ‎It started with the small things: ‎He was always extra private with his phone. ‎He got random late-night calls and stepped outside to answer them. ‎ ‎But I let that slide. I trust him too much. ‎ ‎One night, i packed my small bag, took my car and went straight to my cousin’s place a few streets away to stay for a week. It was an impromptu, an emergency. So I just sent the information to Robert to his Dm since he was not home when I left. ‎ ‎On getting to my cousin place, I realized I forgot my glasses, I wouldn't be able to read my Bible well at night without them. ‎ ‎Ofcourse I'm a Jesus baby. ‎ ‎The next day—Saturday night—around 10 p.m., I returned home quietly for my glasses . I had my key. I didn’t call or knock. As I stepped into the living room, i noticed two wine glasses on the center table. Soft music played from the bedroom. Slowly, I tiptoed forward and pushed the bedroom door open just a little. ‎ ‎And there my man was. ‎ ‎On his bed. ‎With another man! ‎ ‎Locked in a deep, passionate kiss. Shirtless. Moaning his name so loud.