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I'm just your typical girl who loves to lay around in sweats, a messy bun and spend quality time with those she loves. I've learned that it's the little things in life that makes it so beautiful. Even when life gets hard, little things like a smile or a simple "I love you" can make all the difference. I truly believe in this. Never think that your life doesn't matter - it does. It matters for eternity. I am a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. And I am a Christian.
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Sunday, October 30, 2011

Right Back Where We Started From.


Gosh...this boy. It was so good to skype with him! Last time I saw him was via skype last Christmas. So far, we've only seen each other "digitally" as Paul puts it. I feel like I talked more to chrissypoo then I did him in the beginning but once it was just us two, we just talked and it was good. Back to where we left off. Then...I cried. I broke down in legitimate tears. I hate showing my weaknesses to people and I've had something building up since Friday and before I knew it, I went from saying goodbye to just crying to him. And he just sat there and listened and when I was done almost done crying, he would say the right things to me. You know, I really have no idea what's going to happen between us and I know that's something he's probably thinking too. But, I told him something Eddie said to me once which was, "You know, it doesn't matter what happens between you and Paul when he comes home but just know that we will always consider you family and we'll love you no matter what." Paul and I have a friendship that's irreplaceable and I know he will always be there for me. No matter what. Three weeks is going to feel like forever but I know the second I see him at the airport and run and give him a hug...I'll feel like I'm back at home.


♥ The Girl Who Is Exhausted

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