DON JAZZY IS ABOUT TO GET MARRIED ♥️💍
“People keep asking why I stayed single for so long…
They think it was pride. They think it was choice.
But the truth is… it was fear.
I didn’t stay single because I didn’t want love.
I stayed single because love once broke me in ways I couldn’t explain.
I gave my heart before.
I trusted.
I hoped.
And in return, I was taught shege—the kind that doesn’t make noise, the kind you carry quietly.
Smiles hid my pain. Success hid my wounds.
But every time love came knocking again, my heart remembered how it bled last time.
So I chose silence.
I chose being alone over being broken again.
I chose peace over promises that never lasted.
Years passed.
People laughed, judged, speculated.
But nobody knew how hard it was to heal from something that almost made me stop believing in love.
And then… she came.
Not to rush me.
Not to change me.
But to understand me.
She didn’t ask why I was guarded—she respected it.
She didn’t try to fix me—she loved me patiently.
And today, I’m choosing a wife not because I forgot the pain…
but because someone finally showed me that love doesn’t always come with scars.
If you’ve ever been hurt and decided to stay alone, I see you.
Healing is slow. Trust is fragile.
But sometimes, love returns—not to hurt you again, but to remind you that you’re still worthy of it.
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❤️DON JAZZY IS ABOUT TO GET MARRIED ♥️💍
“People keep asking why I stayed single for so long…
They think it was pride. They think it was choice.
But the truth is… it was fear.
I didn’t stay single because I didn’t want love.
I stayed single because love once broke me in ways I couldn’t explain.
I gave my heart before.
I trusted.
I hoped.
And in return, I was taught shege—the kind that doesn’t make noise, the kind you carry quietly.
Smiles hid my pain. Success hid my wounds.
But every time love came knocking again, my heart remembered how it bled last time.
So I chose silence.
I chose being alone over being broken again.
I chose peace over promises that never lasted.
Years passed.
People laughed, judged, speculated.
But nobody knew how hard it was to heal from something that almost made me stop believing in love.
And then… she came.
Not to rush me.
Not to change me.
But to understand me.
She didn’t ask why I was guarded—she respected it.
She didn’t try to fix me—she loved me patiently.
And today, I’m choosing a wife not because I forgot the pain…
but because someone finally showed me that love doesn’t always come with scars.
If you’ve ever been hurt and decided to stay alone, I see you.
Healing is slow. Trust is fragile.
But sometimes, love returns—not to hurt you again, but to remind you that you’re still worthy of it.
Follow me
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