my pale one✨

He loves giving me surprise gifts, he works and his salary is very high, his family loves me, his mother loves seeing us together and over time he has developed a strong friendship with my mother and my family, he was the first man "to speak, promise, do and act." Universe, he loves me so much that he can't go a second without thinking about me, he always sends me messages telling me what he's doing through photos, videos or audios, he can't stay away from me, he always has something in mind to go to places I've never been just to be with me. Of course, in the beginning we did everything right. I got baptized after knowing him, but without any fornication. We did everything right according to our biblical principles. He only talks to me, he loves me so deeply that he doesn't care about any other girl. His eyes are fixed on me to the point that everything around him, even other girls, becomes of zero importance because he only has me as his main fight, for whom he would even move mountains. He loves me so intensely that in his eyes I am already his beloved and cherished wife, determined to spend old age and death together. Just thinking about losing me causes him despair. He wants me and has me, and he doesn't want anyone else but me. Because it's as if I were his reflection in the mirror, with the mirror looking back at him.

He's upper class but very humble. When I brought him here to my house, he didn't care where I lived, understanding that it's no problem if I live in a humble place like my house in this favela. He was super polite, and that made him love me even more. When he found out I'm a girl who's very much a homebody and has insecurities, he was the first one who, instead of judging me or not caring… was the first to pull me out of them. Seriously, with him, the universe… I didn't feel insecure, I didn't feel doubts. He's the right one, sent by God for me. He's the one I trust faithfully for my whole life and being. He lets me…

Dear universe, I remember the song that played in my head. “Mirrors - Justin Timberlake.” When our eyes met, I saw the glimpse and sparkle in his eyes. I had never seen a man so handsome and perfect in my eyes and in Jehovah's eyes. When I met him at the convention, it was very unexpected. He took the initiative and came to me, and when I turned to face him, it made my heart and hands tremble. It was the first time I had seen a man I could call a capital “M” because he was a man of action, to the point of coming to talk to me. It wasn't something simple like a simple hello and a simple reaction; it was as if Jehovah whispered in my ear: “Daughter, it's him!” “He is your love for all your life.” “Daughter, this is the man who will love you as truly as I love you.” “Hold on to this man, daughter, for he follows the principles of your God and he is the one I have been preparing for you for a long time. A hardworking, faithful, provider, baptized man, he serves me, your God, he is loyal, humble, obsessed with you, my daughter…” “A mature, young man, determined to fight for you, for your love, daughter, at any cost…” My heart raced so fast, what I thought would be just a simple “hi” and I would never see him became…something intense, leading to a 24-hour text message conversation, and God…how handsome this man is, he is wonderful. He has white skin, his height is around 1.90 or 80 meters, his body is slender and he has muscles and a ripped abdomen, his hair is straight and cut in a medium style like this:

His nose is slightly upturned and thin, his eyes are very light brown, even more so in the sunlight, his lips are pink and somewhat full, and he has dimples that always enchant me when he smiles.

He's madly in love with me, obsessed to the point of noticing even the smallest details, loves giving me surprise gifts, he works and his salary is very high, his family loves me, his mother loves seeing us together.