Cliché or Not?
It may be cliché of me to say, but although it is true that I do believe whatever God has in store for me in my life will be much better than what is currently here, or what I believe to be the best for me, it still stands that the thought is never far from mind which raises the question of how different my life would`ve been if this man had been the one who I was getting married to. How would my life have been that I would`ve been able to talk with him freely, and let any feelings for him develop to what they could, and let him know precisely to what depth I can love when pushed to it?
I wonder what would have happened if he had waited, and my parents had said yes to him. Would I have been happy with a man like that?
Oh, to say all the things he makes me feel out loud. To tell him that he makes me shiver from my head to my toes, that I dream of him holding me, never letting me go, that I feel like when he looks at me, everything changes, and I become almost ethereal. Were that it was possible, but he is not the man for me. I hope, dream, pray that the man who agrees to hold my hand for all eternity loves me. That he wants to hold me, and when I look at him, he knows what I ask for. When I wear one of his shirts, he smiles and gathers me close, and whispers to me what I am worth to him. I hope that when I am in the kitchen cooking for him, he comes from behind me, holds me around the waist, rests his head on my shoulder and teases me until I`m blushing and breathless. I hope that when he sees a tear in my eye, he kisses it away, snuggles me in the warm confines of his embrace, and refuses to ever let me go, allowing me to feel the strength in him, the safety of his touch, and the truth of his love. What is it that forces me to go on in this way? I feel as though I wait for something that is, well, not part of this world anymore, that I await a fairytale life which has not agreed to make it my way. I know not what force of nature compels me to write on and on, without stopping, without waiting, without thinking.
But all the same, if my fate is to hold something less than my dream fellow, if my fate is to be a test of sorts, then I will happily accept that life, knowing that there is some betterment in that life than the one I dream of.
Whatever you have in store for me, God, please, let it come soon. I am becoming impatient. My heart overflows with love for someone whom I do not know. Bring him soon. I await eagerly.
I wonder what would have happened if he had waited, and my parents had said yes to him. Would I have been happy with a man like that?
Oh, to say all the things he makes me feel out loud. To tell him that he makes me shiver from my head to my toes, that I dream of him holding me, never letting me go, that I feel like when he looks at me, everything changes, and I become almost ethereal. Were that it was possible, but he is not the man for me. I hope, dream, pray that the man who agrees to hold my hand for all eternity loves me. That he wants to hold me, and when I look at him, he knows what I ask for. When I wear one of his shirts, he smiles and gathers me close, and whispers to me what I am worth to him. I hope that when I am in the kitchen cooking for him, he comes from behind me, holds me around the waist, rests his head on my shoulder and teases me until I`m blushing and breathless. I hope that when he sees a tear in my eye, he kisses it away, snuggles me in the warm confines of his embrace, and refuses to ever let me go, allowing me to feel the strength in him, the safety of his touch, and the truth of his love. What is it that forces me to go on in this way? I feel as though I wait for something that is, well, not part of this world anymore, that I await a fairytale life which has not agreed to make it my way. I know not what force of nature compels me to write on and on, without stopping, without waiting, without thinking.
But all the same, if my fate is to hold something less than my dream fellow, if my fate is to be a test of sorts, then I will happily accept that life, knowing that there is some betterment in that life than the one I dream of.
Whatever you have in store for me, God, please, let it come soon. I am becoming impatient. My heart overflows with love for someone whom I do not know. Bring him soon. I await eagerly.
posted by Truth at 8:42 AM
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