Then he starts to play.
The first gentle strum echoes through the candlelight. His voice, when it comes, is soft at first, like he’s singing straight to my soul.
Met you in the middle of a moment I didn’t see coming
Your hand in mine like a spark in the dark
Didn’t know then what You were starting
But You wrote it on my heart
I take a slow step forward, my heels soundless against the petals scattered beneath my feet. The day we met flashes in my mind—the dare, the rush of his hand in mine, the way everything else faded but him.
Every step, every prayer, every night I wondered
If I was enough, if I’d lose my way
But You were the grace I didn’t know I’d needed
You stayed, you stayed
My throat tightens. Another step. His voice is stronger now, every word wrapping around me. And I see it—not just the man in front of me, but the man who waited, who chose patience, who loved without demanding anything in return.
I’ll wait in the quiet, no need to be sure
Of timelines or answers—I’ll stand and endure
Love isn’t pressure, it’s patience and grace
I dare to believe... you’re worth the wait
My eyes blur with tears, but I keep moving. He watches me, like he’s afraid if he blinks, he’ll miss this moment.
Your laughter’s been my light on the hardest days
Your searching eyes, they keep me brave
And I’ve learned that love’s not about chasing
It’s about choosing, every day
I’m almost there now. Just a few more steps. His voice wavers, just slightly, like the weight of the words is catching up to him too.
So I’ll choose you in the silence, in the storm, in the fight
I’ll choose you in the morning, I’ll choose you every night
And when the world tells us hurry, I’ll slow down and stay
‘Cause I know—you’re worth the wait
The final chorus begins. I stop, right in front of him, my heart pounding so hard I swear he can hear it.
I’ll wait in the quiet, no need to be sure
Of timelines or answers—I’ll stand and endure
Love isn’t pressure, it’s patience and grace
