Love is an amazing feeling...
Well I spent Thanksgiving with Allen. It was interesting. I don't really like his Mom's side of the family. They were rather unwelcoming and rude. I see why his mom is the way she is though. I love his dad's side of the family though. They're all really nice. They were talking to me and asking me questions and stuff and actually including me in the conversations.
I have a question. Is it a sin to sleep in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex? I really hope it's not. lol I guess you should know the story.
Well Allen's house has a wood stove in it so the temperature is really hard to manage. When I go to stay with Allen I sleep in his room and he sleeps in the living room, and that's where the wood stove is. Well, needless to say it gets pretty hot in there so he ended up sleeping with me on Friday night. It was so nice just to lay there in his arms (his room was freezing) and be warm. He's always so warm. It's just so comforting. Anywayz we were laying there talking to eachother and I was so happy just laying there in his arms, and I just loved him so much I just wanted to cry. I don't know how to explain it. I just, I couldn't bear the thought of being away from him. I want to marry him and spend the rest of my life with him. I can't stand to even imagine my life without him. I just can't even explain how I felt laying there in his arms. It was better than our first kiss, better than the first time he looked me in the eyes and told me he loved me and meant it, better than when he promised that if we were still together when I was a senior that he would propose to me, it was just better than anything that has ever happened between us. We weren't really saying anything we hadn't said before. It just felt so real, so true, like it was meant to be. I just wanted to marry him and be his wife. Then I remembered we were only 15 and couldn't really handle the responsibilities of marriage. I still want to marry him though.
I know, I know. You probably think 15 year olds can't be in love, but I'm not your average 15 year old who fantasizes about people she has no chance with, or goes out with a different guy every week, or doesn't know who she is. I'm different. I know what I want, I know who I am, I know what I'm supposed to do with my life. It IS possible to be in love with someone when you're 15, and I love Allen. I wish he'd come home so I could talk to him. I miss him so much. I want to be back in his arms again, to hold his hand while we're praying at night, to see that look in his eyes that every girl dreams of; the one that makes you feel completely loved; the one that you'll get when you get proposed to or married. I just want to live my life there with him. I know you probably think I'm infatuated, but I'm not. I've been infatuated. This is different. I can't explain it. I can't explain the feeling. I just know I love him and that he loves me.
I LOVE ALLEN MICHAEL ARMSTRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay I'm gonna go find something to occupy my mind. Sorry if that made you gag.
YSIC,
Mavelle
I have a question. Is it a sin to sleep in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex? I really hope it's not. lol I guess you should know the story.
Well Allen's house has a wood stove in it so the temperature is really hard to manage. When I go to stay with Allen I sleep in his room and he sleeps in the living room, and that's where the wood stove is. Well, needless to say it gets pretty hot in there so he ended up sleeping with me on Friday night. It was so nice just to lay there in his arms (his room was freezing) and be warm. He's always so warm. It's just so comforting. Anywayz we were laying there talking to eachother and I was so happy just laying there in his arms, and I just loved him so much I just wanted to cry. I don't know how to explain it. I just, I couldn't bear the thought of being away from him. I want to marry him and spend the rest of my life with him. I can't stand to even imagine my life without him. I just can't even explain how I felt laying there in his arms. It was better than our first kiss, better than the first time he looked me in the eyes and told me he loved me and meant it, better than when he promised that if we were still together when I was a senior that he would propose to me, it was just better than anything that has ever happened between us. We weren't really saying anything we hadn't said before. It just felt so real, so true, like it was meant to be. I just wanted to marry him and be his wife. Then I remembered we were only 15 and couldn't really handle the responsibilities of marriage. I still want to marry him though.
I know, I know. You probably think 15 year olds can't be in love, but I'm not your average 15 year old who fantasizes about people she has no chance with, or goes out with a different guy every week, or doesn't know who she is. I'm different. I know what I want, I know who I am, I know what I'm supposed to do with my life. It IS possible to be in love with someone when you're 15, and I love Allen. I wish he'd come home so I could talk to him. I miss him so much. I want to be back in his arms again, to hold his hand while we're praying at night, to see that look in his eyes that every girl dreams of; the one that makes you feel completely loved; the one that you'll get when you get proposed to or married. I just want to live my life there with him. I know you probably think I'm infatuated, but I'm not. I've been infatuated. This is different. I can't explain it. I can't explain the feeling. I just know I love him and that he loves me.
I LOVE ALLEN MICHAEL ARMSTRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay I'm gonna go find something to occupy my mind. Sorry if that made you gag.
YSIC,
Mavelle