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Thursday, July 28, 2011
Have you ever wished you had the power to do more...? To do more than...God? That's sinful to think that way, but sometimes I am like.."come on God, you're taking too long." I wish I had power, but I am powerless and human. I have come to terms with this fact, but recently these questions have arose and taken over my mind!! I like this guy.... yeah, yeah, I know most of my blogs are about that, but I am a teenage girl on a blog noone ever reads.. haha. But anyways... He's a sincere gentleman. Self-driven. Confident, but humble. Hardworking. Cute :) and most of all a Christian guy... I just really like him. Nothing serious about our friendship... but I just wish He would notice me! Notice that I actually see those things about him; that I actually care about things that matter. I wish he and every future, potential guy would understand that I am wife material... or I try so hard to be... All I've heard is that you'll meet the right one, Lindsay, just be patient. I even tell my friends that when they are questioning themselves too! It seems like great advice, but I know that it doesn't help me or anyone! I just wish things would HURRY UP. That I'll meet the right guy, that I'll live in a fairy tale land where I'll wear the big, white, pastry looking dress. pastry-looking dress. Cliche, but very true. Off subject, but I had a dream about him the other night. I know Victoria is probably going to read this so :) haha here goes... so me and that guy were all around a big group of people. For some reason we were all sitting on a couch... nothing bad or anything. I think we were watching a movie..? But anyways... People would sit on both sides of us so we would have to scoot over and sit closer to eachother... He would joke and be like, "Ah man, I gotta sit by Lindsay?!" and I would just look at him like "I will hit you in the face. haha" I'm pretty sure he liked me in my dream (sigh) and he looked at me and he whispered kind of to himself, " what the hell." and he grabbed my hand. And we just sat there in solemn awareness that we both liked eachother. It was nothing sexual.... just romance. Sweet, right? :) I wish dreams really happened... just not the bad dreams like when you're dying or someone you love dies... that would suck.... but anyways.... I guess I'll just keep wishing and praying that maybe he'll realize what's right in front of him. :)
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