Even before I knew who you were | Dearest Beloved 2026.03.02 | DB-006 | SSU-015

Dearest Beloved,Even before I knew who you were — even before I know who you are — I have been loving you.I feel you from my soul. I feel you in the field. I feel you in the quiet spaces between my breaths, in the softening of my body when I imagine your presence near mine. I am writing love letters to you even before I know your name, even before I recognize your face. And somehow, none of that matters — because my heart knows you.I imagine what life will be like with you.I imagine waking up in the morning beside you. Not to an alarm. Not to urgency. But to warmth. To the gentle awareness that your body is next to mine.Maybe you wake first and study my face while I sleep. Maybe I feel your fingertip softly tracing my cheek, my nose, my lips. Maybe your kisses begin softly at my shoulder and wander their way upward until I’m smiling before my eyes even open. Maybe you wake me giggling with your tongue tickling my ear.Your touches and kisses turn into beautiful, passionate lovemaking that starts our day like every single day. Unrushed. Unscripted. The kind that feels like gratitude in motion. The kind that says, I choose you again. I choose you today.And when we’re finally ready to get out of bed, we laugh a little at how long we lingered.You say something — something simple and brilliant — and it sparks a lyric in me. I look at you and say, “Oh… that’s a song, my love.” And suddenly I want to get out of bed not to leave you, but because of you — because you just inspired something beautiful in me.We walk into the kitchen wrapped in that delicious morning glow. I prepare my matcha latte — you already know my morning ritual — and whatever it is you love to drink, my love. Maybe coffee. Maybe something unexpected. Maybe you surprise me and choose matcha, too.We carry our hot mugs out onto the back porch.The birds are singing their beautiful songs. The air is still soft with early light. We sit close — close enough that our knees touch. Sometimes we’re quiet. Sometimes we’re planning the day. Sometimes we’re just watching the world wake up together. Sometimes you’re helping me write the song that you inspired.Our fingers find each other naturally, and we sit there hand in hand.Or maybe we can’t keep our hands off of each other.Maybe we’re making out on the porch like teenagers who just discovered passion for the first time. Maybe I pull you toward me by your shirt and kiss you the way I’ve been imagining for years. I see myself being so passionate with you. Fully expressed. Uninhibited. Alive.I don’t know your name yet.But I know the feeling of you.I know the way my body relaxes when I imagine your strength. I know the way my heart expands when I picture your laughter blending with mine. I know the kind of love I am available for now — mature, playful, sovereign, wildly affectionate, deeply safe.Even before I knew who you were, I was preparing for you.Even before I know who you are, I am loving you.And when we finally meet in the physical, it won’t feel like a beginning.It will feel like recognition.I’ll look at you and think,There you are. I’ve been writing to you for years.With open arms and a passionate heart,Your Beloved 💚 Get full access to Seeking Sacred Union: The Love Story + Movement at seekingsacredunion.substack.com/subscribe