Destiny Picked.

Destiny Picked.

A Poem by Carl R Nicolas
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And then… there was you... And in that light, I realized, you were never passing through… you would always be right there, beside me...

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And then… there was you...
And in that light, I realized,
you were never passing through…
you would always be right there,
beside me...

It is a beautiful, sacred thing to feel this certainty… that you are my other half. My soul mate. The woman who walks every path, through every storm, and holds me when I cannot stand. Thank you for showing up. Thank you for being my certainty...

And I have felt it,
that rare, undeniable truth,
that peace of knowing
I am not walking this life alone...

We have faced storms,
real storms,
the kind that test foundations,
the kind that break what is fragile.
But not you...

I was searching for someone
who wouldn’t leave...

I do not love you only for who you are in the light…
I love you for who you chose to be
in my darkness...

And if this life were to begin again... I
would still find you.
I would still choose you.
I would still love you…

As if loving you
was the purpose I was created to fulfill.

You are destiny picked.
Carl Nicolas.

© 2026 Carl R Nicolas


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Stunning words to bring back those incredible memories of your beloved...real or in a dream....
"I would still you, I would still choose you, I would still find you"... we all need to know the certainty of our lives... who we choose to walk the path of life with...who to love and cherish... and so much more... your words show us how much love means to us... and how much we should return it to our beloveds...
Warmly, B

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Added on March 27, 2026
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Carl R Nicolas
Carl R Nicolas

Margate, FL



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I am a seeker of peace, a student of patience, a soul learning how to live humbly in a world that often forgets what grace looks like. My stories are written in quiet moments, in the way I choose k.. more..