I
have
waited
long
for
a
woman
to
love
me.
I
haven't
experienced
this
from
anyone
in
my
life.
I
called
to
God
and
asked
for
a
companion
as
Adam
had
Eve
so
did
I
want
a
partner.
Now
I
have
one.
What
I
didn't
for
see
is
that
there
would
be
this
fear.
Fear
of
the
unknown
that
may
effect
this
beautiful
creature
I
can
say
I
love.
I
fear
for
her
over
my
own
safety.
I
would
lay
down
my
body
and
life
to
protect
hers.
This
is
powerful
to
me.
I
have
been
with
her
for
6
months.
Commitment.
I
have
always
had
that
problem
to
actually
take
the
step
into
something
is
often
hard
for
me
to
do.
Not
so
with
this
woman.
I
find
myself
in
this
weird
place
of
transformation.
That
crucial
part
where
everything
takes
a
turn
towards
fruition.
Like
fruit
being
with
her
gives
life
a
sweetness
I
never
had.
For
this
I
owe
her
more
than
I
could
ever
give.
I
love
her.
To
a
woman
worth
the
world.
From
a
man
who
was
thrown
away.
I Have Waited
Created by Chad Langgle
I have waited long for a woman to love me. I haven't experienced this from anyone in my life. I called to God and asked for a companion as Adam had Eve so did I want a partner. Now I have one. What I didn't for see is that there would be this fear. Fear of the unknown that may effect this beautiful creature I can say I love. I fear for her over my own safety. I would lay down my body and life to protect hers. This is powerful to me. I have been with her for 6 months. Commitment. I have always had that problem to actually take the step into something is often hard for me to do. Not so with this woman. I find myself in this weird place of transformation. That crucial part where everything takes a turn towards fruition. Like fruit being with her gives life a sweetness I never had. For this I owe her more than I could ever give. I love her. To a woman worth the world. From a man who was thrown away.
About the Artist
Chad Langgle
Chad’s writing carries the rawness of lived experience and the sincerity of someone trying to become more than his past. He writes about mental health, fear, faith, identity, and the longing to be seen beneath the inked-over armor of who he once had to be. His words reflect the way he is trying to rebuild himself piece by piece—no longer through violence or reputation, but through honesty, reflection, and the search for connection.
He believes the greatest offering he has is his story. He writes in the hope that his life can be understood, that someone might see beyond what the world has marked on him, and that his journey might help someone else who feels alone in their struggle. His work stands as a testament to a man trying to change from the inside out—one sentence at a time.