Letter #3

“I am very indecisive and always have trouble picking my favorite anything. But, without a doubt, you are my favorite everything.”
-Everyday Power

Love: to feel affection or experience desire; to hold dear
Relationship: the relation connecting or binding participants in a relationship
Commitment: an act of committing to a charge or trust
Forever: at all times

It was a Thursday evening, 10:13 PM to be precise. I sat in my car waiting for another wonderful kiss goodnight. I felt nervous, anxious, calm, happy and content because there was a gentleman looking into my eyes having the same rush of emotions holding my hand. I had met him 3 years prior to this moment at the university. He was waiting to speak to a professor and I was picking up an assignment. We sat and conversed about how we knew of each other but never really “met.” I babbled about my future plans and he listened attentively. We exchanged numbers, I’m sure; it would be the only reason why I would get random massive text from him that I would ignore. I was too caught up in my very separate life. Little did I know that God had a plan all along…The years passed and my plans of moving never followed through…my heart was broken; I thought the love of my life was on the other side of the world; I dated and learned the qualities I was not going to settle for and waited for “the one” to come and sweep me away. Funny thing, “the one” appeared at the moment when I didn’t want to catch up with anyone because I was in a rush. Yet, there he was on the other side of the double doors in an extremely long line that I was hoping would move faster so could finish what I needed to do. We waved to each other and I briefly explained what I needed and how I couldn’t talk much because I was in a rush. He kindly looked at me and said, “I know exactly where you need to go, I’ll go with you if you want.” “Great!” I replied and thanking God for leading me to where I needed to be. We made small talk as we walked towards the building and I had thoughts running through my head, -why do the good ones ALWAYS have to be taken; just smile and be thankful he knows where you need to go Lisa—Once again we parted and went about our separate ways. Suddenly, I received a text that read, “by the way that was my sister you met” I laughed and thought, Oh goodness! He knew I was jealous! I am always so good at playing it cool. I guess not always.

The week passed and I ran into him on our typical college evenings and as always, I just flirted with him which was the greatest flirting I EVER experienced because there is something about cute, smart, and especially shy guys that I absolutely fall for and well, he was just that…We parted again only to meet days later. I invited him to the mall and was fascinated in knowing all about his life. As we went from department store to department store, I just enjoyed his company and warm and fuzzy feeling I would get when he would look at me. In my head he was getting checks on my list of qualities of “the one” …The time flew by and we went to dinner at a hole in the wall Greek restaurant and we talked some more and there it happened…I knew I was falling in love.

Love: to feel affection or experience desire; to hold dear.
We dated for a month. It was the best dating a girl could experience. Actually, that I never had experienced. I knew that he felt the same way and he didn’t have to tell me, his eyes said it all. We had developed a relationship.

Relationship: the relation connecting or binding participants in a relationship.
It was a Thursday evening, 10:13 PM to be precise. I sat in my car waiting for another wonderful kiss goodnight. I felt nervous, anxious, calm, happy and content because there was a gentleman looking into my eyes having the same rush of emotions holding my hand. He leaned in as if to give me a kiss and whispered softly, “will you be my girlfriend?” My heart skipped a beat and my answer without hesitation was yes. “Yes, I will be your girlfriend!” The moment I had waited patiently for had finally arrived. Then and there we developed a commitment.

Commitment: an act of committing to a charge or trust.
You were the love, the relationship, the commitment I wanted then and that I want now. We have come a long way. Now I tell you, that I will wait again, patiently as I did 2 years ago for the perfect moment for you to ask me forever.
Forever: at all times.

You are a part of me…forever.