I think this week marks the 3 months since I've seen her face in person. Of those 3 months, I think we haven't talked for 2 weeks at the most. I love her. I mean I LOVE HER. She is the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I think about when I go to sleep. I have never called anyone my soulmate before but she is that person. I have called others loves or great loves but never used the term soulmate.
The books and articles I've read say to me that there are many possible mates on the Earth. With a little over 7 billion people on this planet, I am sure a person could find many persons suitable for marriage. I listen to the speakers in church talk about their wives: companion, sweetie pie, wifey, love of my life, and soulmate. I wonder, if the woman that they reference, is their first wife or second wife. I know I hadn't experienced it yet so of course I'm curious.
Recently, she introduced me to her blog. We were having a conversation via text. She told me that she wrote about me "sort of." I was intrigued of course and asked to read it. Without incident, she sent me the address for her blog. During this conversation, she also confessed that she's had the blog since 2004 or 2006. I was emboldened to ask what would happen if I read her entire blog in one night. She would either be impressed or scared, was her reply.
As I read later that night, I was enthralled by how she crafted the words on the page. What caught my attention more was how much she sounded like me. It was really uncanny. I loved it. Her words spoke to me. I LOVE THIS WOMAN. I finally reached the part where I am mentioned. She calls me the ONE, the one she has been waiting for all her life. Unfortunately, she believes my family will not want her. This still frustrates me to no end because she didn't give them a chance to see our love change their minds, to witness us, to meet and to know her. I know she's devastated because I am devastated. I simply cannot give up on a love like this. A WOMAN LIKE THIS.
The next day, I read some more of her blog entries. I am convinced now that she writes like me, if i were to ever put my thoughts down on a page. I loved her before because the reminds me of my sister. I have always said, since my younger sister has gotten older, that I want to marry a woman with her spirit. I am falling even more in love her because of her mind. She thinks like me. She understands. She is a perfect combination of my sister and myself. I laugh when I say this because my mother says that my sister is just a female version of me. This is the first time I ever call a woman my soulmate.
I have always been concerned that no woman could handle my intensity. In the beginning of our relationship, I would tell her all these things about myself and my feelings. When I had stopped, I look for a response but she was most often silent. She was "processing" and trying to make sure she was certain of her feelings. I knew she was my equal when, at times, we would disagree or she had hurt her feelings. She was not afraid to tell me. I liked that. She did it respectfully, which I loved even more. I knew her worth but more importantly she knew it. I knew what she deserved and would always give it to her if not more.
I call her my peace and joy because when I'm with her she calms my spirit and causes me to radiate. Whenever I'm with her, the world slows down. Whatever worries I have dissipate. I don't always tell her my troubles but with her my mind can rest and I have peace. She is my joy because my heart is continually glad when I think about her. When I am able to see her, I can't stop beaming on the inside. She has the exuberance of a fairy. Her smile is infectious. I love to behold her beautiful green eyes. She truly is a great woman. She also loves God, which is tantamount. This also explains why she knows her worth. To hear her speak of things of faith, I get excited.
That same day, I tell her that I'm impressed with her blog and how she reminds me of myself. She points out that this is the reason we talk to each other all day every day. I inform her that "I'm not wrong about my thoughts of her." I mean, of course, that I believe she is my soulmate. I piqued her interest. I knew it would but I got scared because I wasn't ready to admit that to her just yet.
I had recent meeting with the international education coordinator at my school. We haven't seen each other in awhile, probably a over year. We spent at least a hour and a half just catching up. I was telling her about work and school but then I started talking about HER.
As I was talking about work and school, I had been deflated due to all the setbacks and delays. They had made me weary from the conflict. When I began speaking of HER, I came alive. I was passionate. I was excited. The coordinator could see how much I loved HER via my new spark in conversation. A phrase that she told me as we parted that stood out to me was, "You really seem that you're ready to lay it all on the line for HER."
Pondering what she, I was ready to lay everything on the line for HER.
The books and articles I've read say to me that there are many possible mates on the Earth. With a little over 7 billion people on this planet, I am sure a person could find many persons suitable for marriage. I listen to the speakers in church talk about their wives: companion, sweetie pie, wifey, love of my life, and soulmate. I wonder, if the woman that they reference, is their first wife or second wife. I know I hadn't experienced it yet so of course I'm curious.
Recently, she introduced me to her blog. We were having a conversation via text. She told me that she wrote about me "sort of." I was intrigued of course and asked to read it. Without incident, she sent me the address for her blog. During this conversation, she also confessed that she's had the blog since 2004 or 2006. I was emboldened to ask what would happen if I read her entire blog in one night. She would either be impressed or scared, was her reply.
As I read later that night, I was enthralled by how she crafted the words on the page. What caught my attention more was how much she sounded like me. It was really uncanny. I loved it. Her words spoke to me. I LOVE THIS WOMAN. I finally reached the part where I am mentioned. She calls me the ONE, the one she has been waiting for all her life. Unfortunately, she believes my family will not want her. This still frustrates me to no end because she didn't give them a chance to see our love change their minds, to witness us, to meet and to know her. I know she's devastated because I am devastated. I simply cannot give up on a love like this. A WOMAN LIKE THIS.
The next day, I read some more of her blog entries. I am convinced now that she writes like me, if i were to ever put my thoughts down on a page. I loved her before because the reminds me of my sister. I have always said, since my younger sister has gotten older, that I want to marry a woman with her spirit. I am falling even more in love her because of her mind. She thinks like me. She understands. She is a perfect combination of my sister and myself. I laugh when I say this because my mother says that my sister is just a female version of me. This is the first time I ever call a woman my soulmate.
I have always been concerned that no woman could handle my intensity. In the beginning of our relationship, I would tell her all these things about myself and my feelings. When I had stopped, I look for a response but she was most often silent. She was "processing" and trying to make sure she was certain of her feelings. I knew she was my equal when, at times, we would disagree or she had hurt her feelings. She was not afraid to tell me. I liked that. She did it respectfully, which I loved even more. I knew her worth but more importantly she knew it. I knew what she deserved and would always give it to her if not more.
I call her my peace and joy because when I'm with her she calms my spirit and causes me to radiate. Whenever I'm with her, the world slows down. Whatever worries I have dissipate. I don't always tell her my troubles but with her my mind can rest and I have peace. She is my joy because my heart is continually glad when I think about her. When I am able to see her, I can't stop beaming on the inside. She has the exuberance of a fairy. Her smile is infectious. I love to behold her beautiful green eyes. She truly is a great woman. She also loves God, which is tantamount. This also explains why she knows her worth. To hear her speak of things of faith, I get excited.
That same day, I tell her that I'm impressed with her blog and how she reminds me of myself. She points out that this is the reason we talk to each other all day every day. I inform her that "I'm not wrong about my thoughts of her." I mean, of course, that I believe she is my soulmate. I piqued her interest. I knew it would but I got scared because I wasn't ready to admit that to her just yet.
I had recent meeting with the international education coordinator at my school. We haven't seen each other in awhile, probably a over year. We spent at least a hour and a half just catching up. I was telling her about work and school but then I started talking about HER.
As I was talking about work and school, I had been deflated due to all the setbacks and delays. They had made me weary from the conflict. When I began speaking of HER, I came alive. I was passionate. I was excited. The coordinator could see how much I loved HER via my new spark in conversation. A phrase that she told me as we parted that stood out to me was, "You really seem that you're ready to lay it all on the line for HER."
Pondering what she, I was ready to lay everything on the line for HER.
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