Faith and love—two forces that seem worlds apart, yet are destined to meet in ways no one expects.
This was never simply about affection.It was about patience and surrender.About silent prayers rising in the darkness… and a heartbeat echoing somewhere far away.
He carried a heart that loved in silence.She carried a faith that refused to give up.
He felt the pull of emotions he could not explain.She trusted a destiny she could not see.
Where his heart longed,Her faith waited.
Where his silence was questioned,her prayers answered.
They say love should be simple.But when emotions collide with destiny—when the road disappears into uncertainty—What holds stronger?
The heart that feels…Or the faith that believes?
Somewhere between his heartbeat and her surrender,A story was written.
A story of longing and patience.Of distance and devotion.Of a heart that searched…and a faith that trusted.
And in the end, it became—
His Heart, My Faith.
Regards
ZK💌