That man is most definitely going to be in heaven and I cannot wait to meet him.
The books this man has written have brought me crashing down onto my knees yearning for Christ.
God always puts these pieces of text into my life right when I need them…
Who says that God isn’t active in your life?
He has proven he is there for me.
The more I freaking love someone the more I am a girl.
I HAVE EMOTIONS WHAT IS THIS MESS.
My hormones are going crazy, I just cant.
I’m a big fat girl who is in love and has emotions.
I realize how amazing everything has been with you.
Literally, things have been out-of-a-movie with you.
First kiss - beyond perfect. Never have a felt so dizzy kissing someone. Lips like pillows, skin like satin.
The Fireworks. Any 80’s movie would’ve been proud of you :) I couldn’t ask for more.
Our first “I love you” I literally laugh. You pushed me to it and it was silly and awkward just like us :)
SO many other things have been firsts for me with you.
You’re so different from anything I’ve ever had. You’re everything that I’ve ever wanted.
You’re so much better than what I’ve been use to.
Love stories remind me of you, make me believe in you.
In love songs my mind wanders to you.
"To love a person is to see the face of God"
Thanks to you, I’ve seen God’s face.
I love you.
It is you.
You are the one.
hahahhaha I LITERALLY HAVE THE CUTEST BOYFRIEND EVAAAA
I’m in love with her. I did not choose this, I wanted to be her best friend. But God had other plans (which I’m perfectly ok with) for me. Instead, I became her best friend, and she became my comfort, strength, peace, happiness, and my love. If it wasn’t for her I don’t know where I’d be. So today, I thank God for blessing me with the woman of my dreams who is constantly proving that she is the one for me every day!
I love you, even if I couldn’t help but love you. God has made a beautiful angel just for me. And I will be forever grateful.
“I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you as a battlefield loves young men and as peppermints love your allergies, and I will love you as the banana peel loves the shoe of a man who was just struck by a shingle falling off a house. I will love you as a volunteer fire department loves rushing into burning buildings and as burning buildings love to chase them back out, and as a parachute loves to leave a blimp and as a blimp operator loves to chase after it. I will love you as a dagger loves a certain person’s back, and as a certain person loves to wear dagger proof tunics, and as a dagger proof tunic loves to go to a certain dry cleaning facility, and how a certain employee of a dry cleaning facility loves to stay up late with a pair of binoculars, watching a dagger factory for hours in the hopes of catching a burglar, and as a burglar loves sneaking up behind people with binoculars, suddenly realizing that she has left her dagger at home. I will love you as a drawer loves a secret compartment, and as a secret compartment loves a secret, and as a secret loves to make a person gasp, and as a gasping person loves a glass of brandy to calm their nerves, and as a glass of brandy loves to shatter on the floor, and as the noise of glass shattering loves to make someone else gasp, and as someone else gasping loves a nearby desk to lean against, even if leaning against it presses a lever that loves to open a drawer and reveal a secret compartment. I will love you until all such compartments are discovered and opened, and until all the secrets have gone gasping into the world. I will love you until all the codes and hearts have been broken and until every anagram and egg has been unscrambled. I will love you until every fire is extinguised and until every home is rebuilt from the handsomest and most susceptible of woods, and until every criminal is handcuffed by the laziest of policemen. I will love until M. hates snakes and J. hates grammar, and I will love you until C. realizes S. is not worthy of his love and N. realizes he is not worthy of the V. I will love you until the bird hates a nest and the worm hates an apple, and until the apple hates a tree and the tree hates a nest, and until a bird hates a tree and an apple hates a nest, although honestly I cannot imagine that last occurrence no matter how hard I try. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time, except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where we once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and now matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.”—Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via nonelikejesus)