Imagine knowing exactly who you want to marry… only to discover that marriage has one tiny feature you forgot to consider: the other person gets a vote.
You can admire someone, pray about them, introduce yourself to the family, even rehearse the wedding entrance in your head but you can’t single-handedly complete a two-person decision.
Sometimes the plot twist isn’t “How do I get them to marry me?”
It’s simply: Do they want the same thing?
Love can be intentional. Marriage can be pursued. But consent isn’t a group project.
I laugh in Swahili.