May 01, 2025
A warm greeting to everyone reading this. I pen this heartfelt message not merely as a story, but as a living testament that true love—pure, enduring, and transformative—can find its way to you, no matter how many miles may stand in between.
In the quiet corners of last year, I found myself on CF, driven by a longing not for fleeting pleasure, but for something sacred—love in its truest form. I yearned for a bond anchored in depth and intention, not in temporary thrills. But the path, as it often is, was not easy. I met many whose desires were shallow: some sought a partner to mold and command, others only wished for momentary company, escapism, or convenience. It wounded my spirit, and more than once, I stood on the edge of surrender, ready to walk away from this search.
And then… came him.
Timothy. Even his name carried a softness I couldn’t ignore. Handsome, yes—undeniably—but it was the kindness in his words, the calm in his presence, that pulled me in. We first spoke on June 18, 2024, and even through a screen, there was an inexplicable ease. A knowing. As though the universe whispered, “This is the one.”
I was navigating a personal storm then—my mother’s health was declining, and I was breaking in ways I couldn’t speak of. But Tim didn’t turn away. He became my constant, my quiet strength. He walked with me through the shadows, and with every step, our connection grew—gentler, stronger, more profound. Then came July 5, the day he asked me to be his, officially. And not long after, he said those cherished words: “I love you.” I remember the tears falling during our video call—tears of joy, of relief, of finally knowing I was loved for all that I am. It was a sacred moment. One I’ll hold in my soul forever.
Timothy is not adorned in riches, but he possesses a wealth that many fail to grasp—humility, loyalty, compassion. He is a man of substance, of quiet integrity. I already believed he was rare, but when we met in person in the soft, pine-scented embrace of Baguio, I knew. Spending over a week together only confirmed what my heart already held as truth—he is unlike any man I’ve known.
He does not control; he nurtures. He does not demand; he listens and understands. He is not jealous or possessive; he is secure, steadfast, and faithful. A one-woman man with a heart designed for commitment, a soul that believes in forever. He dreams not just of love, but of building a life. A provider, a partner, a true husband in the making. Oh—and that smile? It could melt even the most hardened heart. His laugh? A song I never want to stop hearing.
Though I’ve always carried the “date-to-marry” mindset, I must admit—I never expected it to become this real, this beautiful. But here we are. From nightly conversations about our days to dreaming about the details of our future wedding (hopefully this year, if God allows), we are writing our love story one chapter at a time.
To you, my Timothy—my peace, my answered prayer—I am endlessly grateful that God crossed our paths. Thank you for loving me so patiently, so deeply, so purely. I cannot wait to be in your arms again… and one day soon, to walk toward you in white.
I love you more than words can ever say. And I will love you still, even when the stars forget how to shine.
To the CF family—thank you from the depths of my heart for creating this platform. It was through your space that I found the one my soul had been searching for. You’ve not only built a site, you’ve built bridges between hearts. I am forever grateful.
– Sheribeth, Philippines
