A Tale of Words, Love, and Finding My Voice: How I Met My Husband
It’s funny how life works sometimes. They say love finds you when you least expect it, and for me, that couldn’t be truer. I wasn’t looking for love when I met my husband. There I was, doing what I do best, minimizing myself in conversations even though I had so much to say. I was just going about my day, speaking my mind, sharing my thoughts, and making my usual observations about life. Little did I know, the very things I had been trying to minimize about myself—my voice, my opinions, my unapologetic passion for conversation—would be the things that caught his attention. He didn’t just listen; he loved the way I talked. It wasn’t just my voice or the way I formed sentences, but the way I expressed my views and stood firm in what I believed, even though I tried to downplay it. He saw right through my attempts to be small in a world that often tries to make us feel like we don’t have much to offer. He would tell me how captivating my ideas were, how my perspective made him rethin...