pleas.and.other.things.from.a.smiling.face.to.a.still.small.voice.

Aug 12, 2004

If someone wakes me up from this wonderful dream, I'll kill them. . .

The past few months have been such a wonderful adventure. Already, I've completed nearly half of my college career (not counting graduate school, ect.), and I've found someone who wants to spend time with me, who understands my shortcomings and loves me regardless. Five months have turned into years in my heart. . .because everyday with her seems like a month. I learn something new, even if it's subtle, everyday. Everyday I wake up and want to see her again.

Love scares me, but it's wonderful. I'm not afraid of giving my heart away, I never have been. I just want her to know that she makes my heart flutter, and that she's worth fighting for. I want to make her feel beautiful. Most of all, I want us to change together. . .to get back to that flame that started the change in our hearts. A flame that almost died in the wake of circustances and head knowlege.

Jesus, never let our flames go out. I want to be with you more than anyone and although my heart is yours, you've let me share it with a remarkable person, and I thank you from the bottom of my unworthy heart. Thank you for everything you do for me. You hold my mind together and I know that regardless of when and where my reward comes, you make it all worth while. Watch over us as we sleep. I love you. . .

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