Myroersarerlake
Disciple of Prayer
This is going to be long — it's about me and my girlfriend's love story. Please pray for us. We need it now.
This our story im sorry for taking so much of your time
I met her on February 28, 2024. She was my friend’s sister. He and I had lost touch after school, and we met again when I was about to end my life — something only my girlfriend knows. I went to his place to get some bottles with him and my sister. When he opened the door, I saw her — my girlfriend. I'm not the type to fall in love. I actually hated the idea of love. I always told myself, “You’ve seen your mom and dad, other families — it’s a mess. No love, just an agreement to live together.”
But that day, for the first time, I smiled without having to force it. I didn’t even know her name yet, but she felt comforting, like someone I had known for a long time. I only saw her for three or four seconds, but it was enough for me to know she was an amazing person — the polar opposite of what her family said about her. Her mom and brother painted her as a problematic person, but I knew she had a kind and good heart.
That was the most amazing day of my life. I didn’t know I had fallen in love with her until April 14 — Sinhala New Year’s Day. Even before that, I thought it was weird how she kept popping into my head. I'm not someone who was close with God or who prayed regularly, but a week before New Year’s, we went to a famous church because my mom had made a promise to go there when my brother returned to Sri Lanka. While I was watching my family pray, I found myself praying for her. I prayed that she was doing well and would reach her goals. I had heard about how tough school was for her and how she had been hurt by her friends.
The second I realized I was praying for her, I thought it was strange and stepped out of the church. She always popped up in my mind, but I didn’t think much of it until a week later. I found myself missing her — and by then, I had been to her house many times. During the Sinhala New Year celebrations, I hoped she would be there so the day could be perfect. My cousin gang was all back together, and we were just having fun. I had never missed anyone — not even my parents or family — the way I missed her. It was strange for me. That day, I realized I had been in love with her for a long time. All the random things I had done, like writing down the day I met her, going to her house when the world felt too heavy — I would go just to see her, even for a second, because it brought me peace and happiness.
I started writing poems and notes about her. I had her Snapchat since March, but I blocked her because I didn’t want to get hurt if things didn’t work out. When her birthday came, I came across her Instagram by accident through suggestions. I followed her, hoping to talk to her and wish her a happy birthday. I even wrote her a letter in my Google Notes saying, “I wish I could say happy birthday to you.” But she blocked me because she thought I was her brother trying to sneak into her account.
Two months later, I added her on Snapchat after unblocking her. I was wine drunk and playing COD with the group after a rough day of trading. I sent her a snap of a quote saying, “How long would you look at me to see me?” She saw it and wrote it in her diary.
I started sending her poems, quotes, and things I wrote about her every day. This went on for a month. I asked my cousin about her — she went to school with her. Everyone had bad things to say, but I didn’t believe them. I knew the truth from the day I met her. It was her toxic friends that made her life hard. One of the girls' boyfriends liked her, and the girl spread rumors out of jealousy. She used to be her best friend. They later apologized, but the damage was done — she lost all her friends.
I spammed her with pictures and poems until October. One day, she texted me asking if they were about her because the last poem was very specific. She had written my poems down and told her friends, “Whoever is his girlfriend is so lucky.” She had a crush on me too.
I called a friend and asked what I should say. He said, “Be honest.” I was on the call for hours in silence because I was scared. She asked why I liked her, and I said, “I like your smile, your eyes, and for some reason, I like seeing you happy. I also see myself in you. I know that’s weird, but what’s not to like?” She was writing it in her diary while texting me. She said “okie,” and we kept texting until she went to sleep.
After that, I told her everything. I would buy her flowers and send her snaps because I couldn’t give them to her in person. I spammed her with 11:11 snaps in the morning and at night — it became a wish for us to be together. I told her about them. She started calling me crazy in a sweet way — and I was crazy about her.
We snapped and texted every day, getting to know each other more. I realized we needed each other more than anything. It felt like God brought us together.
I told her brother I liked her. A lot led up to that moment. Others in my group already knew I loved her, and the group started falling apart because of it. When I told her brother, he reacted well — better than expected — but he didn’t like it and asked me to stop.
Days passed, and on November 11, he found out we were texting secretly. He told her to tell me she didn’t like me and never would — so I would give up. I didn’t know she liked me back. I cried for the second time in my life. I’ve been through hell and never cried like that. On my way home, she asked if I was still with her brother. I said no, and then she told me she actually liked me too. I cried even more — from happiness. It was such a rollercoaster.
She was in a call with her friend while she was lying to me, crying. Her mom even hit her for crying, not knowing what was really happening. When I got home, I went to my sister’s room. We’re not close due to things from childhood, but she comforted me.
My girlfriend later told me she was going to tell me her wish came true on 11:11 on November 11. But because of what happened that day, she couldn’t. We officially started our relationship on November 12.
I started realizing she had liked me from the beginning. She showed me the poems and quotes she had saved. Our relationship escalated quickly. We started sharing deep things — mental health struggles, toxic family situations. I found out she had been on the verge of ending her life too. That’s when I knew God brought us together because we needed each other. I saw cuts on her hands before our relationship started — I knew what they were because I used to do the same. I cried for the first time seeing someone else hurt like that. I told her I loved her that day. I used to say “I like you” because “I love you” was a big word. But I told her not to hurt herself anymore because it hurt me too. I told her, “I don’t ask you to love me back, but please love yourself.” She stopped hurting herself after that.
We were deeply in love. My friends, family, and cousins were shocked. I had rejected so many girls because I didn’t believe in love. Everyone was like, “You’re in love?” Even girls on Snapchat were talking about the poems I wrote. I went from a tough guy to a teddy bear.
Everything was going perfectly — maybe too perfectly. Then she got caught. Her mom found out about our relationship. She hit her and said terrible things about my family background. Her brother made up stories that I had slept with many girls, even during our relationship. It sounded believable because girls were around me, but she trusted me.
That was December 15 — the worst day of my life. Her brother threatened to kill me. He has powerful connections. But I didn’t care. I was only living for her. I could protect myself. I went to that house with a cousin and told him everything. She sent me a letter saying she trusted and loved me.
We couldn’t text much after that for about two months. In February, I found out my friends were in on it too. One of them felt guilty and told me everything. Her brother was keeping me around as a friend for a reason.
We went to a villa with the group that February. It was an eye-opening week. After that, our relationship was going well. We texted more until her brother caught us again. He hit her but didn’t say much. Two months ago, I told him I would love her forever. We spent a whole day out, and he seemed to understand — not approve, but understand. He told her to be careful not to get caught by their dad.
Our love only grew stronger through every challenge. Then three days ago, she got caught again — this time by her mom. Thankfully, her dad was home, so she wasn’t hit. But her mom said we don’t match. She can’t say anything bad about me now, so she says we’re not compatible. She told her not to text me. Her brother did too, saying we’d be in serious trouble if their dad found out — but he won’t, unless they tell him. He doesn’t check her phone.
We made a promise to love each other forever. We write one letter a day to each other, encouraging ourselves to keep going. I know we’ve got this. But I need help — from all of you, and from God.
We’re both Catholic. We believe in Jesus and pray together every night and morning at 11:11. We go to church together when we can, but she isn’t allowed to go every week. Our first time meeting in secret — not a date exactly — was on January 1, New Year’s Day. We met at church and started the year with Jesus by our side.
We prayed together after the holy mass
And I made a promise to Jesus after my girlfriend left for home saying "I will love her forever and cherish her and care for her as she is a blessing to me by God"
I called her mom today and explained how their control is affecting her mental health. I told her that one day, I will marry her and take her out of that house. We both dream of a home filled with love and care — something neither of us had growing up.
Her mom was somewhat understanding during the call but still asked me not to continue the relationship. Her parents know about her mental health but don’t truly understand it.
All I ask is for your prayers — for her parents to give us permission, for us to survive this battle like we have all the others, and for our love and faith in God to keep growing stronger. I don’t want to lose her. I can’t live without her. And she feels the same.
Thank you for reading. Please pray for us
I love you Jesus
This our story im sorry for taking so much of your time
I met her on February 28, 2024. She was my friend’s sister. He and I had lost touch after school, and we met again when I was about to end my life — something only my girlfriend knows. I went to his place to get some bottles with him and my sister. When he opened the door, I saw her — my girlfriend. I'm not the type to fall in love. I actually hated the idea of love. I always told myself, “You’ve seen your mom and dad, other families — it’s a mess. No love, just an agreement to live together.”
But that day, for the first time, I smiled without having to force it. I didn’t even know her name yet, but she felt comforting, like someone I had known for a long time. I only saw her for three or four seconds, but it was enough for me to know she was an amazing person — the polar opposite of what her family said about her. Her mom and brother painted her as a problematic person, but I knew she had a kind and good heart.
That was the most amazing day of my life. I didn’t know I had fallen in love with her until April 14 — Sinhala New Year’s Day. Even before that, I thought it was weird how she kept popping into my head. I'm not someone who was close with God or who prayed regularly, but a week before New Year’s, we went to a famous church because my mom had made a promise to go there when my brother returned to Sri Lanka. While I was watching my family pray, I found myself praying for her. I prayed that she was doing well and would reach her goals. I had heard about how tough school was for her and how she had been hurt by her friends.
The second I realized I was praying for her, I thought it was strange and stepped out of the church. She always popped up in my mind, but I didn’t think much of it until a week later. I found myself missing her — and by then, I had been to her house many times. During the Sinhala New Year celebrations, I hoped she would be there so the day could be perfect. My cousin gang was all back together, and we were just having fun. I had never missed anyone — not even my parents or family — the way I missed her. It was strange for me. That day, I realized I had been in love with her for a long time. All the random things I had done, like writing down the day I met her, going to her house when the world felt too heavy — I would go just to see her, even for a second, because it brought me peace and happiness.
I started writing poems and notes about her. I had her Snapchat since March, but I blocked her because I didn’t want to get hurt if things didn’t work out. When her birthday came, I came across her Instagram by accident through suggestions. I followed her, hoping to talk to her and wish her a happy birthday. I even wrote her a letter in my Google Notes saying, “I wish I could say happy birthday to you.” But she blocked me because she thought I was her brother trying to sneak into her account.
Two months later, I added her on Snapchat after unblocking her. I was wine drunk and playing COD with the group after a rough day of trading. I sent her a snap of a quote saying, “How long would you look at me to see me?” She saw it and wrote it in her diary.
I started sending her poems, quotes, and things I wrote about her every day. This went on for a month. I asked my cousin about her — she went to school with her. Everyone had bad things to say, but I didn’t believe them. I knew the truth from the day I met her. It was her toxic friends that made her life hard. One of the girls' boyfriends liked her, and the girl spread rumors out of jealousy. She used to be her best friend. They later apologized, but the damage was done — she lost all her friends.
I spammed her with pictures and poems until October. One day, she texted me asking if they were about her because the last poem was very specific. She had written my poems down and told her friends, “Whoever is his girlfriend is so lucky.” She had a crush on me too.
I called a friend and asked what I should say. He said, “Be honest.” I was on the call for hours in silence because I was scared. She asked why I liked her, and I said, “I like your smile, your eyes, and for some reason, I like seeing you happy. I also see myself in you. I know that’s weird, but what’s not to like?” She was writing it in her diary while texting me. She said “okie,” and we kept texting until she went to sleep.
After that, I told her everything. I would buy her flowers and send her snaps because I couldn’t give them to her in person. I spammed her with 11:11 snaps in the morning and at night — it became a wish for us to be together. I told her about them. She started calling me crazy in a sweet way — and I was crazy about her.
We snapped and texted every day, getting to know each other more. I realized we needed each other more than anything. It felt like God brought us together.
I told her brother I liked her. A lot led up to that moment. Others in my group already knew I loved her, and the group started falling apart because of it. When I told her brother, he reacted well — better than expected — but he didn’t like it and asked me to stop.
Days passed, and on November 11, he found out we were texting secretly. He told her to tell me she didn’t like me and never would — so I would give up. I didn’t know she liked me back. I cried for the second time in my life. I’ve been through hell and never cried like that. On my way home, she asked if I was still with her brother. I said no, and then she told me she actually liked me too. I cried even more — from happiness. It was such a rollercoaster.
She was in a call with her friend while she was lying to me, crying. Her mom even hit her for crying, not knowing what was really happening. When I got home, I went to my sister’s room. We’re not close due to things from childhood, but she comforted me.
My girlfriend later told me she was going to tell me her wish came true on 11:11 on November 11. But because of what happened that day, she couldn’t. We officially started our relationship on November 12.
I started realizing she had liked me from the beginning. She showed me the poems and quotes she had saved. Our relationship escalated quickly. We started sharing deep things — mental health struggles, toxic family situations. I found out she had been on the verge of ending her life too. That’s when I knew God brought us together because we needed each other. I saw cuts on her hands before our relationship started — I knew what they were because I used to do the same. I cried for the first time seeing someone else hurt like that. I told her I loved her that day. I used to say “I like you” because “I love you” was a big word. But I told her not to hurt herself anymore because it hurt me too. I told her, “I don’t ask you to love me back, but please love yourself.” She stopped hurting herself after that.
We were deeply in love. My friends, family, and cousins were shocked. I had rejected so many girls because I didn’t believe in love. Everyone was like, “You’re in love?” Even girls on Snapchat were talking about the poems I wrote. I went from a tough guy to a teddy bear.
Everything was going perfectly — maybe too perfectly. Then she got caught. Her mom found out about our relationship. She hit her and said terrible things about my family background. Her brother made up stories that I had slept with many girls, even during our relationship. It sounded believable because girls were around me, but she trusted me.
That was December 15 — the worst day of my life. Her brother threatened to kill me. He has powerful connections. But I didn’t care. I was only living for her. I could protect myself. I went to that house with a cousin and told him everything. She sent me a letter saying she trusted and loved me.
We couldn’t text much after that for about two months. In February, I found out my friends were in on it too. One of them felt guilty and told me everything. Her brother was keeping me around as a friend for a reason.
We went to a villa with the group that February. It was an eye-opening week. After that, our relationship was going well. We texted more until her brother caught us again. He hit her but didn’t say much. Two months ago, I told him I would love her forever. We spent a whole day out, and he seemed to understand — not approve, but understand. He told her to be careful not to get caught by their dad.
Our love only grew stronger through every challenge. Then three days ago, she got caught again — this time by her mom. Thankfully, her dad was home, so she wasn’t hit. But her mom said we don’t match. She can’t say anything bad about me now, so she says we’re not compatible. She told her not to text me. Her brother did too, saying we’d be in serious trouble if their dad found out — but he won’t, unless they tell him. He doesn’t check her phone.
We made a promise to love each other forever. We write one letter a day to each other, encouraging ourselves to keep going. I know we’ve got this. But I need help — from all of you, and from God.
We’re both Catholic. We believe in Jesus and pray together every night and morning at 11:11. We go to church together when we can, but she isn’t allowed to go every week. Our first time meeting in secret — not a date exactly — was on January 1, New Year’s Day. We met at church and started the year with Jesus by our side.
We prayed together after the holy mass
And I made a promise to Jesus after my girlfriend left for home saying "I will love her forever and cherish her and care for her as she is a blessing to me by God"
I called her mom today and explained how their control is affecting her mental health. I told her that one day, I will marry her and take her out of that house. We both dream of a home filled with love and care — something neither of us had growing up.
Her mom was somewhat understanding during the call but still asked me not to continue the relationship. Her parents know about her mental health but don’t truly understand it.
All I ask is for your prayers — for her parents to give us permission, for us to survive this battle like we have all the others, and for our love and faith in God to keep growing stronger. I don’t want to lose her. I can’t live without her. And she feels the same.
Thank you for reading. Please pray for us
I love you Jesus
Prayer Focus: God, Thank You for loving me. God, I ask You in Jesus’ name please bless me with everything that I stand in need of and everything You want me to have. 
