I had given up on love. My focus was on building my career and traveling the world. The hustle and bustle of Lagos had become my solace, my distraction from the emptiness within.


One fateful evening, I stumbled upon a quaint bookstore in Victoria Island. The aroma of old books and freshly brewed coffee drew me in. As I browsed through the shelves, a bright smile caught my attention.


She was sitting at a small table, engrossed in a novel. Her laughter echoed through the room, infectious and genuine. I couldn't help but glance her way.


"Excuse me," I said, mustering courage. "May I join you?"


Her eyes sparkled as she looked up. "Please do."


We introduced ourselves – I, Emmanuel, and she, Nneoma. Our conversation flowed effortlessly, like a gentle stream. Literature, travel, and life's intricacies intertwined our words.


Hours passed, and the bookstore owner politely asked us to leave. The evening air was crisp as we strolled along the Lekki beach. Stars twinkled above, mirroring the spark in Nneoma's eyes.


Our chance encounter blossomed into long walks, intellectual debates over coffee, and spontaneous road trips. With each passing day, our connection strengthened.


One serene sunset at Elegushi Beach, Nneoma shared her dreams and fears. Her vulnerability and trust touched my heart. In that instant, I realized:


This was it. This was the moment I knew.


Nneoma embodied everything I never knew I wanted:


Beauty inside and out.
Intelligence and compassion.
Authenticity and kindness.


She was my missing piece.


As the stars aligned above, I took her hand, my heart pounding with excitement.


"Nneoma," I whispered, "I think I've found my way to you."


Her smile illuminated the night. "I've been waiting."


And in that moment, I knew I had found my Miss Right.
© Mercy