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I talk to boys. I let them take me out. I answer their calls and texts, I kiss them like I mean it and I let them tell me how they've never met anyone like me. Occasionally I even welcome back boys from my past who (inevitably) return to tell me they messed up and they miss me, even if I'm the one who ended things the first time around.
But all of these boys, no matter how great they are and how amazing they make me feel, are going to have to be okay with never being first in my life or having all of my heart.
They'll never be you. I'll never feel for them what I feel for you. And I'm fairly certain that's how God designed it all.
I love you. I always have. And I know I always will.
But all of these boys, no matter how great they are and how amazing they make me feel, are going to have to be okay with never being first in my life or having all of my heart.
They'll never be you. I'll never feel for them what I feel for you. And I'm fairly certain that's how God designed it all.
I love you. I always have. And I know I always will.