God Weave Us in The Same Piece of A Puzzle - Not Meant to Pair.


I will always carry the thought of being the female version of my first love. As I watched his life unfold, I saw reflections of myself in him—not because I adored him deeply, but because his character mirrored mine so closely, except for the brilliance of his mind. That realization made me admire him even more.

But love, in its mystery, often pairs opposites—two different souls fitting together like puzzle pieces. He got married last year, and last month they celebrate their anniversary with their first child. They look so perfect together that I sometimes wonder how God so clearly meant them for each other… and not for me.

Perhaps this feeling of being stuck, unsatisfied, comes from my lingering attachment to the past. To the first person whose presence made my heart dance, whose footsteps painted my dreams with vibrant color. Seventeen years have passed since I began following his example, still in awe of how God crafted him so uniquely, and how he responded with grace and service.

That season of my life awakened a purpose in me—a dream of serving God and others. I didn’t realize it then, but that was when I began to understand the deeper meaning of life and the value of good character, as he used to speak about in every classroom during school elections. I held onto those values and allowed them to shape me into who I am today.

Yet, as life led us down separate paths, he never turned back—not even as a friend. We graduated from college in different places. And he had her—his first girl—whom he proudly introduced to everyone.

That moment broke me. I buried my pain, hid my disappointment, and moved away to a distant city, hoping that change of scenery would erase him from my thoughts. I chased new experiences—but never love. I kept myself hidden, quietly waiting for him.

When I learned of his engagement, I tried to fill the void—chatting with men, hoping to find the love I never received from him. One or two connections came and went, but none satisfied the longing I had. It was always him—the version of love I measured everything else against.

Now, I finally understand. God didn’t allow our stories to intertwine because we were too similar—two identical puzzle pieces that could never complete the picture. God, the great storyteller, delights in pairing those who complement each other, not mirror each other.

So here I am, no longer clinging to the past, but letting it shape the hope I carry in my heart.“He has made everything beautiful in its time.”— Ecclesiastes 3:11. Because I believe—in God’s perfect time—He’ll write a love story worth calling forever.



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