A GENTLE LETTER TO YOUNG WOMEN SEEKING TRUE LOVE
A GENTLE LETTER TO YOUNG WOMEN SEEKING TRUE LOVE
Dear young hearts,
Do not be in haste. Remember, a watched pot never boils and neither does love bloom in the fields of desperation. The sweetest fruit ripens slowly, kissed by sun and time. In the garden of life, you are not a weed begging to be plucked. Rather, you are a rose that will bloom when the season is right. Tend your roots. Water your spirit. Let your joy come not from being chosen, but from choosing to become a woman of grace, depth, and quiet strength.
Men of substance, the ones who seek not a fling but a forever, are drawn not by noise but by essence. Still waters run deep and so does the soul of a woman who has taken the time to know herself. The one who walks lightly but with purpose, who speaks kindly but firmly, whose laughter is real and eyes unafraid to meet the world, she becomes a light. And light, my dear, needs no invitation. It is noticed.
Do not think you must twist yourself into another shape to be wanted. What’s meant for you won’t pass you by, and the heart that truly sees you will not need to be convinced. Let authenticity be your perfume, that cannot be bottled nor copied, yet it leaves a lingering trace. The right soul will follow its scent.
Guard your heart, but do not lock it away. Make room in your life for love to enter. Create space in your habits, your thoughts, your time. Do not say there are no good men left; good things rarely shout. They arrive quietly, dressed in humility and intention. They may not ride in with fireworks, but with a steady gaze and open hands, they will stay.
Carry yourself with the calm of someone who knows that the moon is still the moon, even when the world turns its face from it. Your worth does not diminish with someone’s inability to see it. Do not settle for less because you fear being alone. Better a lonely truth than a crowded lie.
And when love comes, sincere, respectful and brave, receive it not with suspicion, but with discernment. Let character weigh more than charm, let kindness rise above chemistry, let his actions be the song you dance to, not merely his promises. Fine words butter no parsnips, but daily tenderness builds a home.
Above all, live. Live richly, fully, beautifully. Travel if you can. Learn always. Laugh loudly. Sit at the feet of women who’ve walked the path before you. Be found not waiting, but blooming. Because when you are grounded in your own becoming, love becomes not a rescue but a return. A return to something that was always meant to find you.
So to you, the dreamer, the doer, the dear daughter of tomorrow: The man who will truly love you will not hesitate when he sees you; he will recognise you as a harbour in his storm, and his heart will dock without delay.
Wait not passively, but wisely. Love not blindly, but boldly. And above all, be the kind of woman who, whether love arrives today or years from now, remains a song worth singing.
Yours, in grace and hope,
Anthony EKPO BASSEY
