The return of my First Love❤

There’s this man I recently met. Well, we actually met once when I was much younger. We used to chat, but it wasn’t a serious relationship back then. Life happened, and we lost contact—and that was it.

But recently, we met again.

He hadn’t really changed. When He saw me, He smiled in surprise and said, “Oh! It’s you!" I smiled back nervously, fidgeting with my nails, too shy to look Him in the face. But I felt a strong presence drawing closer, and then He pulled me into a tight, warm hug.

I stood there, frozen for a moment, unsure what to do. He smelled so good, and His embrace was so peaceful and calming—I wished time could stop for hours. So, I gave in and hugged Him back, and to my own surprise, I cried like a helpless baby.

“It’s okay. I’m here,” He whispered.

Through my sobs, I told Him I was sorry for leaving… that I missed Him so much… that the other guys I met only broke my heart… and that even being alone with myself had become both boring and terrifying.

He looked into my eyes, wiped my tears, and gently tugged at my cheeks. “I knew you’d come back,” He said, “and I’ve been waiting for you.”

He told me that yes, it made Him sad when I chose to leave and go on with my life. But He never doubted that what we had was stronger than any decision I could make on my own. He even said He sent some of His friends to check in on me and watch over me while I was gone.

We sat down somewhere quiet and started talking about everything that had happened during all those years. Not much had changed for Him—He was still the same man I had met years ago. Handsome, caring, loving… and just good, in every way you could imagine.

He put me at ease. I felt like His sweet darling again. So, I opened up and told Him, in detail, just how much of a mess my life had become without Him—how exhausting and chaotic everything was.

He listened with a gentle smile. At one point, I paused and asked, “Are you okay? What’s funny?”

He laughed out loud and said, “It’s the part about the other guys for me! But I’m sorry—please go on. Your story is actually really interesting.”

I talked for hours—laughing, crying, and everything in between. And the whole time, I felt safe. I felt home.

“I’m just happy I found you again,” I said, finally.

“I forgave you the very first day you left,” He replied. “You never left my heart. You can’t even imagine how happy I am to have you back. In fact, I think I’ll throw a party tonight!”

I smiled.

“Hey… in case you were wondering,” He added, “I never stopped loving you. I still love you—even more than before.”

“I love You too,” I whispered. “And I don’t ever want to go back to where I was. I don’t want to lose You again. From now on, it’s You and me—even in the life after this one.”

We hugged again, like lovers reunited after too long.

It’s been eight months since we found each other again. And if there’s one thing I can say with all my heart, it’s this: I’ve never been loved like this before. I’ve never felt this free, this peaceful, or this cared for.

I gave love another chance—but this time, I gave it differently. I gave JESUS a chance, and He’s been the best lover I’ve ever had.

I am loved—by the best.

And if you were thinking this was about somebody’s son…hehehe! Wumve ukomeye. They don’t love like this! 😄

**Inspired by Revelation 2:4**