My name is Leah. I'm 24 years old, without kids, and currently trying to find my way in life.
My journey so far has been filled with lessons, trials, and growth.
At 17, I completed my high school education and took some time off to be with family.
In 2018, I got my national ID and joined Metro Technical College to study fashion and design.
However, I didn't love the course. I had chosen it to honor my father, inspired by his late sister
who was a fashion designer. But after just one semester, I realized deep down that it wasn't my path.
During that time, I lived in the heart of the city, in a humble neighborhood. That's where I met my
first love, Jake. He treated me like a queen—bringing surprises, giving me thoughtful gifts, and
making me feel truly special. We shared so much, from long late-night conversations to simple
moments spent together at his family's house. He made me feel seen and valued, but as time
passed, I realized I needed a new beginning.
Seeking change, I joined a dating app, and that's where I met Ryan. I've only been in two
relationships, so yes, I know—it might sound rare! At first, Ryan seemed perfect—honest, caring,
and incredibly attentive. He took me out, made me feel adored, and gave me hope for a bright
future. But things began to change. No matter what he did, he couldn't measure up to the pure love
I had experienced with Jake.
Our relationship faced heartbreaking moments. We lost several pregnancies, each one more
devastating than the last. The final loss shattered me completely. Even through the pain, I held
onto hope, believing things would get better. But they didn't. Ryan changed. He started flirting with
other women, lying to me, and, eventually, becoming violent.
The abuse was relentless. The bruises on my body were only a reflection of the deeper wounds
he left in my heart. Friends and family saw the warning signs and begged me to leave. Still, I
clung to the hope that things would turn around. But Ryan drained me—emotionally, mentally, and
physically. He took everything I had: my joy, my peace, and my confidence.
Then came Daniel.
Daniel was different. He didn't rush in to fix me. He took his time, allowing me to heal at my own
pace. He showed me what patience, kindness, and real love felt like. He reminded me that I was
worthy of love—not just any love, but a deep, respectful, and unwavering kind. He listened to my
stories without judgment, wiped my tears when old wounds resurfaced, and held my hand as I
relearned how to trust.
With Daniel, I discovered a love that felt like home—steady, warm, and safe. He didn't have to
prove anything; his actions spoke for him. Slowly, I found myself smiling more, believing in love
again, and embracing the happiness I once thought was lost.
Now, I am choosing to rewrite my story. I am no longer searching—I have found what I deserve.
A man who values commitment and loves me unconditionally. In return, I promise to be a woman
of virtue—kind, supportive, and devoted.
I've endured pain, but I am hopeful. My future will be filled with love, peace, and happiness.
This is my new beginning.