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