I hadn't.
That is right.
I have never seen him. I have never met him
I don't even know what he looks like.
I wish I did.
Maybe he could help me make sense of everything that was happening.
Maybe he could save me from my loneliness.
sometimes I close my eyes and imagine him, I can see his silhouette, admire him from a distance, with a bright light blocking out his figure. Sometimes I can see his clothes, the line of his muscles flexing. But I can't see him.
I don't know what he looks like, or even what he acts like.
it kind of makes me sad.
but then I think again. I know what I look like. What I act like. What I like. And can't that be enough.
I know who I am. I know where I come from. I know I am special. And I know he is special.
I know I am not ready to meet him, I know I must prepare. I know that, when the time is right, I will know that he is my Lance. I will know that this man, whoever he may be, is the one I chose to spend eternity with. Then one I am willing to be with for the rest of my life, and beyond.
I am glad I know these things. For without them, I may perish from despair, loneliness, and boredom. I am glad to know that I can find myself with out assistance from some man, as some think they need. I only need God and the people he places in my path, teaching and rearing me until I am ready.
When I am ready.
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