allforhisgreaterglory

If nice guys really do finish last, I just wanted to let you know that I wouldn’t mind waiting forever minus a day for you. And in my eyes, that in itself makes me the luckiest man in the world. Being able to wait for someone as special as you.

Find a girl. Get creative. Ask. If rejected, go back to square one or give up and cry in a corner. Figure out colors. Get a tux fitted. Rent it out. Order the corsage. Pay for the limo. Go back to the tux store. Check to see if the tux actually fits. Resize it if it doesn’t.

Who knew that going to prom (or just a high school dance in general, really) would involve so much preparation?

Because I certainly never expected any of this (or maybe I did subconsciously.. But I guess I’m still in denial of how broke I’ll be after prom.)

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Hey.

I know it’s been a while since I’ve written you. But I promise you that you’ve continually been on my mind.

Because each time I look up at the stars, I can’t help but smile at the possibility that we could be gazing at the same one.

Each time I find myself out of place in this world with nowhere to go, I think of how I will come to find home in your arms.

Each time I count the days that pass me by without really knowing who you are, where you are, or when I’ll even find you - I think of how days, months, years, and decades can’t ever possibly compare to spending an eternity with you.

Each time a part of me wants to settle, I envision how lovely it would be to just hear your voice, your laugh; to feel your smile on my lips; the warmth of your embrace; and your eyes - I swear I could stare at them forever and drown in your love. Completely. Totally. Helplessly.

Tearing down my walls and just giving you everything. My insecurity. My weakness. My fragility.

Breaking down when I see the grandeur of God’s mercy manifested in you, my bride to be. Undeserving of your beauty. Your kiss. Your heart.

And I know that it feels like I’ve probably said all these things before, but I just can’t say them enough. I want you to know how much you mean to me, even now.

And I know it must sound crazy to you that one day you’ll fall in love with a complete weirdo who likes to ramble on about a girl he’s never even met. But it is. I am crazy. Crazy over the fact that you even exist somewhere. Crazy over you. And I’ll continue to be as long as you’re in my mind.

Even beyond these last few weeks of high school. Even beyond the next four years at Berkeley. Even beyond my future plans, dreams, and endeavors. I promise to keep you in my thoughts and prayers.

I promise to wait for you.

amdglnt:

To my future bride,

I think that now would be a good time to tell you that I’m much weaker than I’ve probably revealed to you thus far.

I’ve written you time and time again about how willing I am to wait for you, when in reality, I’m growing impatient. A part of me wants to settle. I want to know what it’s like to stupidly smile at a cellphone screen because of a text message. I want to know what it’s like to hold hands with a girl and do cheesy things with her just to make her laugh. I want to know what it’s like to have nothing more than the thought of a girl in my mind, and though initially when I started writing these letters to you, you were the girl that came to my mind, I’m starting to get frustrated with trying to concretely visualize you in these images and I’m starting to feel incredibly deprived of what it feels like to be in a relationship.

But isn’t that so selfish of me? For forgoing the pursuit of you just so I can use somebody else to fulfill these empty desires?

Relationships should not be an end in themselves, but a means for something greater.

Why, then, am I finding it hard to wait for this something greater? Why am I finding it hard to wait for you?

Am I finding it hard to trust that God has prepared somebody special and beautiful and precious and funny and awkward and loving for me?

Or am I just stupid for pursuing a feeling, an emotion, an act itself, rather than a person? Rather than you?

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Hey Lil Wayne, remember that one time in 2011 when you apologized to the women of the world on behalf of all the G’s, playa’s, and gangsta’s, for never showing them how to love? Remember that one time you wrote a song about a girl who couldn’t have a man staring at her for five seconds without her feeling insecure?

Fast forward to 2013 and what do we have now, Wayne?

Back to your “down b*tch calling” ways?

Niceeee.

Loving the duplicity, dude.

Did you figure out once again that nice guy images in the hip hop industry don’t really sell and that the degradation and objectification of women in today’s culture does?

Nice, bro. Money over mind and matter? Guess that’s the way the world works now.

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