For the Lover Girls

By the time you are reading this, it’s the day after Valentine’s Day — and no, it’s not “side chick day” or the day for leftover lover girls. No. I’m reclaiming this holiday. For me, it’s Lover Girl Day — every day.

Because loving deeply is not seasonal. It’s not embarrassing. It’s not foolish. It’s sacred.

Sometimes I wonder — am I a lover girl… or am I simply a woman who wants to be loved correctly?

Instead of praying for God to remove what is not for me, I’m choosing to pray forward now. To pray for what I am ready to welcome. I trust that God’s plan is always more accurate than my desires — but I also believe He honors a heart that speaks honestly about what it longs for.

So this is my honest prayer. And maybe, my honest letter to you.

I want a love that is patient. Gentle in tone. Steady in presence.

I want to feel seen, heard, and deeply valued — not occasionally, but consistently.

I want a love that makes my nervous system feel safe. Where my body can exhale.

I want a love where I am loved for who I am — not reshaped into someone more convenient.

I want romance that is thoughtful. Intentional. Alive.

Not performative — but natural.

The kind where sweetness isn’t forced — it flows.

I want a love that nurtures, builds, and grows with me — not around me.

A love that is mutual, never begged for.

A love where effort is not negotiated — it is given freely.

I want a love that feels like part of God’s purpose — not a distraction from it.

A love where God is not invited in emergencies — but centered daily.

A love where I am valued in mind, body, and spirit.

I want to never question where I stand with you.

Never decode silence.

Never shrink to be chosen.

I want a love that feels pure. Natural. Good.

A love that wraps around me in softness, warmth, and comfort — not confusion.

And on the hard days — because they will come —

I want a love that always finds its way back to each other.

Not through ego. Through grace.

I want a love that chooses me — every single time.

I am, and will always be, a hopeless romantic — not because I am naive, but because I am faithful.

For the lover girls who still love love even when the world has tried to harden them — this is our rebellion.

Faith and fear sit on the same spectrum — and I choose faith now.

I choose love now.

I choose softness with discernment.

I choose to believe that the love I give will return to me — multiplied, matured, and God-aligned.

And if you are the one reading this someday as my answered prayer —

handle my heart gently.

It is strong — but it is soft on purpose

Asé