My dearest husband.
It's funny. We both look at the same moon, the same stars, believe in the same God that unites us, pray for each other yet we don't even know who we are. Because we're not a "we", yet. But we still think of each other like we know the person. I'm hoping God shows me who you are soon, at least meeting, knowing each other. Then again, I think when we meet, we'll know. When God gives me peace about something, it's totally meant to be. I question a lot of things, but when he gives me peace, I stop, am still, find out that's what he really wants. I still remain a little impatient though. Whoever you are, wherever you are, I'm praying we find each other in God's perfect timing, and seek God before we seek each other. For when we keep him the center of our lives, it sets our relationship on a solid rock, beaten and battered yes but never destroyed.
I secretly dream of us always as the two Banana Republic models in the window.
Your bride.
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