And if he’s not it.

Then he’s not.

Someone else will come my way and be the one to sweep me off my feet (even if I don’t like being treated like a princess) he’ll make me feel like I’m wonderful and I will be every bit of wonderful God had possibly allowed me to be. 

Not just to him, not just to me, but to everyone.

Because this kind of love is not meant to be kept private, this kind of love is meant to be shared. 

14th of February 2011

I place this here, because I realize how very much my heart goes back to these things and it is an incredulous task to concentrate and focus on the work I have.

That I may not wander in self-pity, illusions of abandon, deceit and worthlessness.

Remember the words you simply put before. 

October 2011