Back Up Two Days and Wait Two Months... Trust Me.
Lately I have only two questions on my mind:
Is this going to be worth everything I think it is?
AND
Can I make it through this?
I talked to Grace the other day for an hour or so. We just fell back into the hang of things - as if nothing changed. We talked about relationships and life, and growing up, when she suddenly popped the question,
"How are you and Jesus."
It was the first time I had really thought about it since my regular church days.
And I know He and I are of different pages with my life as of late, but I know that I still believe in what I've always held to be true about Him.
Somehow, she manages to pop up when I'm beginning to feel my worst.
Somehow, she manages to make the world look brighter again.
Somehow, she makes be believe that someone cares about me.
And then I look at YOU, S♥.
You two are resonating the same chord on me in two different directions.
Somehow, despite what I may think of myself, you make the world seem like it could be alright if I just held you hand for a moment.
Somehow, you make me happier than I've ever felt, just by talking to me.
Somehow, I can look at you or a picture, and see something beyond all words.
I'd really like to believe that my waiting for you is the right thing.
Because I believe that I actually love you.
And I would like to find out someday, that I wasn't fooling myself all this time.
This is probably the hardest thing I've ever had to say.
To duke someone so hard that air comes out of the wrong hole, so hard that you have to get a running start to jump in the action.
That is what life is like.
At the epitome of greatness.
Oh the joys of late night talking.
Is this going to be worth everything I think it is?
AND
Can I make it through this?
I talked to Grace the other day for an hour or so. We just fell back into the hang of things - as if nothing changed. We talked about relationships and life, and growing up, when she suddenly popped the question,
"How are you and Jesus."
It was the first time I had really thought about it since my regular church days.
And I know He and I are of different pages with my life as of late, but I know that I still believe in what I've always held to be true about Him.
Somehow, she manages to pop up when I'm beginning to feel my worst.
Somehow, she manages to make the world look brighter again.
Somehow, she makes be believe that someone cares about me.
And then I look at YOU, S♥.
You two are resonating the same chord on me in two different directions.
Somehow, despite what I may think of myself, you make the world seem like it could be alright if I just held you hand for a moment.
Somehow, you make me happier than I've ever felt, just by talking to me.
Somehow, I can look at you or a picture, and see something beyond all words.
I'd really like to believe that my waiting for you is the right thing.
Because I believe that I actually love you.
And I would like to find out someday, that I wasn't fooling myself all this time.
This is probably the hardest thing I've ever had to say.
To duke someone so hard that air comes out of the wrong hole, so hard that you have to get a running start to jump in the action.
That is what life is like.
At the epitome of greatness.
Oh the joys of late night talking.