For a long time, I had been hoping for a partner — but I always seemed to choose poorly. So one day I prayed at a shrine, saying simply: “Please let me meet someone who truly suits me.”
One month after starting a new job, a man from a different department — someone whose face I’d only seen in passing — invited me to dinner. I wasn’t interested. I generally avoid office romance, and I didn’t know him at all.
But a friend cancelled our plans at the last minute, and I went to dinner with him just to fill the empty evening.
When we talked, I felt unexpectedly comfortable. We began meeting almost every day. We recently got married.
The prayer was precise: someone who suits me. That’s exactly what I was given.