In 2020, I went through a breakup. Surprisingly, I wasn’t sad. I knew deep down that we simply weren’t meant for each other. As I sat alone in my room, I made a decision: I was done living this way. I resolved that I wanted to meet the man of my dreams, my soulmate. Every day, I began expressing gratitude for him, even though I hadn’t met him yet. I could already feel the love I had for him within me.

After reading The Secret and The Magic, I became fascinated by the idea that we can manifest anything if we align with the right energy and truly believe. I wanted to test it out to see if the Universe would open doors and bring the right people into my life. So, I sat down and wrote a list of everything I desired in a partner. But I didn’t stop there. I also reflected on whether I could embody the same qualities I wished for in him. This led me to create a checklist for my perfect man. At the bottom of this list, I instinctively wrote, “October 2020.” I didn’t know why; perhaps it was my intuition speaking to me.

I also made another bold declaration: I would ring in the New Year in Dubai with my future husband. I couldn’t keep this vision to myself, so I shared it with my friends. Naturally, they were skeptical. “You’re not even dating anyone,” they said. “How is this supposed to happen?” But I wasn’t discouraged. I held on to my conviction. My best friend, the only one who encouraged me, said something that gave me chills: “I just feel like when I leave for my exchange in October, you’re going to call me and tell me you’ve met the love of your life.” She had no idea about my “October 2020” note. How could she possibly know? I took this as a sign from the Universe and grew even more excited.

Sure enough, my friend flew out on October 1, 2020. And on October 2, 2020, I met my husband.

Here’s something magical: Before meeting him, I spent much of that summer in my parents’ garden, meditating under the moon. I formed a deep connection with the moon, speaking to the Universe through it. I’d tell it how much I loved him, this yet-unknown man. And when I met my husband, I discovered something astonishing: his name, when translated into English, means “Moon.” It was as if the Universe had sent the moon itself down to Earth for me. The very object I had poured my love into had come into my life in human form.

But the magic didn’t stop there. I had been obsessed with the angel number 11:11—it always seemed to appear at the most meaningful times. And guess what? My husband and I officially became a couple on November 11, 2020 (11/11). And yes, we celebrated New Year’s together in Dubai, just as I had envisioned.

Now, four years later, two of which we’ve spent as husband and wife being married on 11.11.2022, I can confidently say he is my soulmate.

Manifestation works. When we align with the energy of love and sincerely believe that we are worthy of it, the Universe listens. I knew I deserved this love. That was the only decision I needed to make: I deserved it.

And the Universe agreed.

And so, this magical love story continues, unfolding like the most beautiful dream. Every single day, I am profoundly grateful to the Universe for blessing me with my soulmate. He is, without question, the most wonderful husband in the entire Universe, the perfect piece that completes the puzzle of my life, adding a love and joy I never imagined possible.

Even when I reflect on our story during tough times or after disagreements, it never fails to reignite the deep love within me. I am reminded of how blessed we are, and gratitude fills my heart. No matter how difficult things may seem in the moment, they always transform, almost magically, into something better and stronger, as if love itself guides the way.

So, to anyone longing for their own love story: never give up on your dreams or your soulmate. They are out there, waiting for you.