O, life..
Why won't you be what I want you to be. How must I have the courage to be discontent with so much? I know I am blessed. I count the wonders I've been afforded daily. With thankfullness.
It all means nothing without love.
I will wait..for him to miss me again. To call me just because he needed to hear the sound of my voice. To look forward to coming home to me. To consider me his best friend again..genuinely. To think of ways to make me smile. To send me a dirty text because he can't get me off his mind. To not be so burned out that the thought of a child (or even a puppy) turns him into a jerk. To actually love the idea of having a baby with me. To stop thinking of my domesticity as a curse he has to deal with. To realize that everything I do, and buy, and wear is to make him fall back in love with me.
So I will wait for that.
"If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing. Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails."
