Love is not just an abstract concept nor something that can be defined with simple words. We all, in some way, seek it: that person who makes us feel complete. But what happens when we meet someone who not only understands us but seems to be our reflection in the soul? And what if that love, instead of being a simple coincidence, is part of a greater plan, one that connects us to something much deeper than ourselves?

Many believe that finding someone so similar can be boring, but I think the opposite. I've seen it in a few: that unique connection between two souls of people who think, feel, and dream the same way. Couples don't always fail because of a lack of love, but because they don't know how to be what the other needs. Let's be honest: differences often confront us, separate us. They can generate conflict, discomfort, and that constant feeling of not being truly connected. But when we find someone who walks through life with values similar to ours, a relationship built in harmony emerges.

And then love arrives. Not a superficial or fleeting love, but one that is deep, real, a love with purpose. It's not about empty caresses or following modern trends, like the "polyamory" we see everywhere today. True love is the one that transforms us from within.

A kiss given with the heart is different and incomparable to one given without love (like those often exchanged by young people living worldly lives in clubs or with people they don't truly care for). In the first case, the heart races; in the second, nothing is felt, and even a sense of emptiness remains in those who gave it.

That's why true love, the kind that grows from faith and mutual respect, that doesn't see people as objects, is the one that endures. It is built day by day, in small moments and big decisions. It's a love that has God at its center, a love capable of healing wounds of the soul and transforming an empty life into one full of meaning.

Indeed, true romantic love is one in which there is no emptiness, but rather a love that makes you feel whole and full every day, despite any difficulties that may arise. It gives you a reason to wake up every morning with a smile, even in a world that can often feel hostile.

This is how our story begins. Because it's not just the story of two people who meet. It is the story of how true love, divine love, intertwines with each of our lives.

Many times I felt alone. I was missing that special companion in my life. I did many things: I studied, worked, tried to grow as a person, but every day I felt that someone was missing to share those precious moments with.

My name is Facundo Elorriaga. I'm Argentine, and proud of it. I'm 23 years old, about five feet six inches tall, with black hair (just beginning to thin at the temples), fair skin, and brown eyes that often reflect a shadow of melancholy. My build is average, but what truly defines me is my way of thinking.

People often tell me I'm "old-fashioned," and they're right. I love romance, love movies, 80s ballads, and those slow songs that seem to speak directly to the heart. I dream of a woman who embodies true femininity, but above all, I desire that she loves God unconditionally, even more than she could ever love me.

My city, La Plata, is full of life and opportunities, but sometimes its streets feel empty when I walk lost in thought. My romantic life had been a string of disappointments. Every time I met a girl who seemed promising, I would get my hopes up, only to soon discover that she wasn't the one. Still, my heart told me none of them could be. I knew God had something special reserved for me, and that certainty gave me strength.

There were days when the loneliness was unbearable. I would come home, lay on the bed, close my eyes, and try to forget the weight of disappointment. It was during those moments that I began to perceive something extraordinary: a sweet and comforting voice that seemed to come from deep within me.

"What's wrong?" it would ask me with infinite tenderness.

It was a feminine voice, like that of a young woman, echoing inside me like a gentle caress upon my soul. In those moments, I would speak softly to her, confessing my deepest thoughts, and she would listen. It wasn't just imagination—she gave me advice, she encouraged me.

"Wait on God, we will meet soon. Don't lose faith," she would often say.

That voice made me feel less alone. When disappointment from the wrong girl discouraged me, she reminded me:

"That wasn't me. Better that way. Trust in God."

Even in the darkest times, I never lost faith. When sadness overwhelmed me, I would kneel before the crucifix in my room and pray an Our Father and a Hail Mary. I asked the Virgin Mary to embrace me, and that simple act filled me with a deep serenity.

One night, I had a dream that felt more real than life itself. I was lying in bed and felt the kiss of a woman's soul. I couldn't see her, but the warmth of that kiss was pure and profound. In the background, "Por amarte así" by Cristian Castro was playing. I woke up with my heart full of joy, as if I had truly found that woman in another dimension.

The question of my vocation was a constant in my life. I wanted to know if God was calling me to marriage or to the priesthood. Once, I went to the Church of Saint Mary Rosa Mystica. I knelt in one of the front pews and prayed fervently. I asked the Virgin Mary to intercede and help me understand God's plan.

The answer came that very night. I dreamed of a young woman I fell deeply in love with. I didn't remember the details of her face, but the feeling of love and peace she gave me was indescribable. I woke up convinced that this woman existed and that I would meet her someday.

Every Christmas, I had the habit of making a special prayer. That year was no different. I prayed to Saint Valentine, Saint Anthony of Padua, Saint Joseph, and the Virgin of Hope, asking with all my heart to find the woman God had destined for me. I lit some candles and, while praying, a tear fell on the melted wax, forming a perfect heart. Maybe it was a sign, a reminder that I was not alone.

With the new year, I decided to dedicate myself to a volunteer project. I created an initiative called "Virgin of Hope," visiting nursing homes, hospitals, and orphanages. Although at first, no one seemed interested, I carried on joyfully. Doing good filled my soul and reminded me that there is always hope, even on the grayest days.

Yet, deep in my heart, I felt that something great was about to happen. Maybe it was just an illusion, or maybe it was truly the prelude to an encounter destined to change my life forever.

Just when I had resigned myself to carrying out the volunteer work alone, one night, while watching The Simpsons on TV, my phone vibrated with an unexpected message on WhatsApp.

"Hi, good evening. I read something about a volunteer activity, and I'd like to participate," the message said.

It was a simple phrase, but something in its tone caught my attention.

"Good evening! Nice to meet you," I replied immediately, with a touch of curiosity, and then added some voice messages to explain what the volunteer work was about. "If you're interested in the idea, you can join."

The reply came almost instantly, with a naturalness that surprised me.

"Yes! I agree, and I love what you're doing. Congratulations on your work. My name is Catalina," she added, with a smiling emoji.

Her words, so sincere and direct, struck me.

"Nice to meet you, Catalina. Thanks for your interest. I'm Facundo and I coordinate the project. I do everything from the heart, in honor of the Virgin Mary, who guides me every day."

Unlike other conversations with interested people, ours flowed with uncommon spontaneity.

Her name was Catalina Kowalski, she was 26 years old and had been born in San Cayetano, a small town in the province of Buenos Aires. As a child, she had moved to La Plata and was of Polish descent. In fact, her surname Kowalski is of Polish origin.

I noticed that she didn't have a profile picture on WhatsApp. Normally, I wouldn't care about such things, but this time I couldn't help but ask.

"I see you don't have a profile picture."

"Ah, I was just about to change it now!" she replied, laughing. "I saw your Facebook post and got distracted, haha."

Minutes later, Catalina updated her photo. When I saw it, I was speechless. Her face was enchanting: fair skin, beautiful light-filled brown eyes, dark brown hair elegantly tied back, and in that profile picture, Catalina wore a smile that seemed to light up the screen with her white teeth. Her physical appearance matched her Polish heritage; she had features to match.

The conversation continued for hours. Catalina told me she worked as a kindergarten teacher and was a practicing Catholic. She didn't belong to a fixed parish, just like me, but she visited different churches seeking that special peace that can only be found through Catholic faith and inside a Catholic temple.

Then, with a mix of shyness and courage, she asked me something I didn't expect.

"I'd like to know something: are you single?"—when I read that, I was surprised and couldn't believe what she had asked.

I hesitated a moment before replying honestly. I didn't want to seem weird.

"Yes, I'm single and waiting for the woman God chose for me. And you?" I asked, while my heart began to beat faster.

"I'm also single and waiting for the right man," she said in a voice message full of sweetness. "It's not easy, but I feel that God and the Virgin Mary will guide me to him."

Knowing she was single, I clenched my fists and let out a quiet, "Yes!"

Honestly, I was very surprised by how direct Catalina was with me and how she almost took the initiative in the conversation. In Argentina, women don't usually approach men first, but Catalina seemed very curious and confident.

Her voice was pure harmony: feminine, melodic, with a warmth that seemed to embrace the soul.

"It's nice to know you're waiting for the right person. I think love is a matter of courage, of seeking something authentic and lasting," I said, feeling that those words came straight from my heart.

"I think exactly the same. I feel like you're a special person," she replied, sending a heart emoji.

That night, I fell asleep with a smile I hadn't had in a long time. Catalina had awakened in me a feeling I thought forgotten. Those butterflies in the stomach, the inner peace, the feeling that everything is right—I only felt them with her.

The next day, after completing my obligations, we resumed our conversation. Catalina sent me a photo of her cat, Nino, a small white feline with golden eyes.

"What a cute cat!" I wrote back, sending her a photo of Tito, my black and white cat. "I love cats!"

We shared laughs and anecdotes about our pets, but soon the conversation grew deeper. We touched on some sensitive topics directly related to human values, like abortion.

"I firmly believe that abortion is murder. You can't kill a defenseless baby. Say what they will, abortion is a criminal act," Catalina said, expressing her pro-life stance, and immediately showed me her light blue scarf, a symbol of the pro-life movement in Argentina.

Every word she spoke ignited growing admiration in me. The following Saturday, we would meet for volunteer work at a senior center.

That night, I looked up at the stars and whispered a prayer of gratitude. I felt Catalina was a gift. Even from a distance, she seemed lovely, a good person, with beautiful values and a kind soul. I couldn't wait to discover the destiny God had planned for both of us. Everything was looking bright from the very beginning with Cata.