
Often I go through great fear that such men are lost to me, or worse, that they do not exist. Am I in love with Prince Charming and not a man? Do my background, family, issues and weaknesses notch me too low to merit such a man? Am I in the wrong city, wrong career, wrong life? These sorts of thoughts are not terribly original I grant you, but they are still mine.
Yet, I press on in faith, a deep and abiding faith, that such a man is very real. I press on while the world would seek to dilute me and my own patterns hamper my steps. I press on for there is nothing stronger in this world, nor more beautiful, than the promise of love. I love you my family, I love you my friends and I love you, my future husband.
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