purity

If you have been a stalker of my blog, you know that I write letters to my future husband. I still do that. In between breaks for my classes I like to sit in a specific coffee shop and declare my love to the one I dream of spending forever with.

Love is an arrow that pierces people the wrong way if sought at the wrong time. My search for affection just led to many emotional weaknesses where my logic became less likely to be used. Over and over, I have been convinced I have found "the one," because I could not imagine someone else conforming to my world as well as them. In the end I find out that boys are not meant to conform in my world as they did, a relationship should bring harmony instead of discourse. I became prodigal-like as I walked away toward other men, ehem, boys, and I regret every step. I gave my heart to several people it did not belong to.

I never should have put a face where it did not belong, in my husband's spot.