Two Weeks

I'm not going to anyone's room to hang out or watch a movie, because that breeds trouble.
Opportunity is Temptation's alter ego. Don't give it the Opportunity, or Temptation will surely follow.
My faith has just got to come first. God and I both know I've got a long way to perfect, but I'm not going to go doing things that make me avoid looking in that mirror the next day. I'm tired of being that girl that isn't quite sure she regrets what she's done because, hey, she's still doing better than the majority, but, at the same time, she just feels like it was somehow wrong... I'm not going to keep going through that. I refuse to have to explain to one more guy after the fact 'hey, by the way, if you ever talk to me like that again, you're going to have a freak out on your hands'. If they can't walk with me step by step, they can get to steppin' before I waste my time.

The other day, one of my brothers did something that touched my heart in a way that blew me away- while I was sitting there talking with him, he said 'excuse me for a minute', and he got down on his knees and prayed. Just like that. He did it silently, but prayer is such a personal thing. You want me to know I'm really there with you for keeps? Ask me if I'll pray with you. It's like the man that takes a girl to his church on the first date- there's no disputing their priorities in life after that. That's something you just have to respect.

I want the man that's not afraid to touch me and kiss me in public. I don't need him to be all over me, or looking like I have him on a leash, I respect a man's, well, manhood, but if you're going to be out with me, be proud to be the one that came with me. If you can't be proud to be with a woman like me, stay home. Knowing that he's proud enough of me to let the world see that I'm with him, that who I am is cool with him, now that means something.

Your path doesn't have to be my path. If it's real, we can keep walking our own seperate paths while still doing that together. I'm in the Army, this life isn't easy, and I have no plans to leave it. I'll support your dream, just like you support mine. Our dreams are going to keep us strong, and our willingness to support each other's dreams is what will keep us together.

God has to be part of the picture. A relationship is a braid, it consists of three strands- you, me and God. If one is removed, the braid falls apart, and it's nothing more than string. You and I don't have to agree on every detail, but we do have to be able to talk openly about it.

The little things matter. Flowers are special because they're something beautiful that shows you were thinking of me while we were apart. Remembering what type of flower I like shows you were paying attention. It's not the only example, but it's a common one. Opening the door for me just shows that you don't mind doing little things to take care of me.

Trust, I will do all I am able to take care of a man who takes care of me.

If the braid is tight, there is no loosening, there is no drooping or slipping. It is tight, it is strong, it is beautiful, and it is forever. It's a partnership, regardless, though. Equal in all measures.

Show me what it is I've waited for, and I won't be so impatient to get there.