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“If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?”

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.     One minute, 29 secods.     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.     One minute, six seconds.     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.      54 seconds.     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?     30 seconds.     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.     25 seconds.     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.     20 seconds.     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.     19. Faster.     18. Quicker.     17. More rapid.     16.  It’s racing.     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.     10 seconds.     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.     5. My heart has given up entirely.     4. I stop walking.     3. Just waiting left.     2. Everything is about to change.     1. Deep breath.
     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s
     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 
Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark
19 seconds
18 seconds
Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 
10 seconds
9 seconds
A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”
I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 
“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something. ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her. ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds. She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds. ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere. The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old.  I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace. I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.
 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief. ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art. 4 seconds He spots her. 3 seconds His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope. 2 seconds My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him. 1 second - ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.
 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.
 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 
 The numbers have never changed.
 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart

Then, one day, you’re having dinner with a friend you’ve known for as long as you can remember (or perhaps a friend of the family), and you finally talk to them about your counter. You’re crying, explaining that it’s always been at 0, and so you must not have a soul-mate.
Their eyes widen. Tears begin to form, and they throw their arms around you.
"Mine has always been at 0 too."
And that’s when you know…

10 seconds: the doorbell rings, i get out of my chair5 seconds: i give the man my money0 seconds: i open the box. it is the most glorious pizza i have ever seen in my life.

Just imagine that when you’re just starting kindergarten and they teach you about the time on your wrist, and you raise your hand in confusion and say “Mine isn’t working.” and one other kid says “Mine too.” And it’s the first kid you met on the first day of school. And your teacher just smiles at you two and you just sit there, young and confused until it sinks in a bit later.

dragon-tears-and-kisses

WILL SOMEONE MAKE THIS A BOOK?
PLEASE.


fishingboatproceeds REBLOG UNTIL JOHN GREEN SEES THIS AND DECIDES TO WRITE THIS PLEASE

It’s a movie! Called Timer on Netflix! Watching it now

mermaid-tears-in-a-wonderland:

dragon-tears-and-kisses:

weeping-angels-take-the-ponds:

vonmunsterr:

ghostsneverleave:

insanihty:

xxarcane:

youremybrandnewday:

sp0tlessmiind:

tiptreecrossing:

livingmywayeveryday:

vickified:

If a clock could count down to the moment you meet your soul mate, would you want to know?

lol yes, so then i can shave.

     One minute, 37 seconds.
     My legs are shaking. Holy cow, there is no way I can do this. None.
     One minute, 29 secods.
     I glance around at the faces surrounding the room. Of course my Meeting would take place in the gross, overcrowded cafeteria.
     One minute, six seconds.
     Somewhere within these four walls, someone has the exact same countdown on their wrist. They’re going through the exact same pressure as me.
      54 seconds.
     Mom said I should be excited, not nervous. Yet I still find myself wiping my sweaty palms on my dress. I can’t believe she talked me into wearing a dress. I mean, shouldn’t  my Soul Mate meet me as I normally am? All plain jeans, blah shirts, and wild brown curls?
     30 seconds.
     Something deep within me tells me to stand up. I do, drawing the attention of my tablemates. They all know too. They smile encouragingly up at me. I chew my lip nervously.
     25 seconds.
     That same feeling pulls me towards the center of the room. My stomach drops away from me as I take a step in that direction.
     20 seconds.
     I continue in that direction. With each step the tempo of my heart picks up.
     19. Faster.
     18. Quicker.
     17. More rapid.
     16.  It’s racing.
     Oh my god this is it. The moment my life changes forever.
     My eyes search frantically around the cafeteria, searching for someone who looks as nervous as me. For someone who’s heading towards their future with no sense of direction like me.
     10 seconds.
     The feeling directs me slightly to the left. I turn to accomodate.
     5. My heart has given up entirely.
     4. I stop walking.
     3. Just waiting left.
     2. Everything is about to change.
     1. Deep breath.

     0000 d 00 h  00 m  00 s

     Someone bumps my shoulder. I twirl around and my gray eyes meet blue, blue ones.
     “Hello there, love. It appears as though we’re Soul Mates then, eh?”
     As my words fail me, the only thing I can think is “I’m so glad I shaved this morning.”

“Thats weird…” I checked my wrist, the clock had just hit the 30 second mark but I looked around and there was no one there. I was a worrisome guy overall but I felt justified, I mean today was the day I was meeting my soul mate. Not that I expected my dream girl to be in the storage closet at work but still I was nervous. 

Walking out with a box the boss had requested I walked back to my cash register setting it on the shelf. My wrist hit the 20 second mark

19 seconds

18 seconds

Where was she? I could not help but get worried that an error would pop up or that she was gone and my timer would run out with no response. I panicked, I’d change my own fate if I had to. Running out of time I hurried through the back door. There was a park outside and maybe I was supposed to be there to find my soul mate. 

10 seconds

9 seconds

A faint ding of the doorbell hit my ear. Wait was that it?? She was here! I turned around running back to the counter. “Don’t worry I’m just in the back!”

I ran out looking at my wrist as it hit zero. Out of breath “Hi I’m Matt!” Sticking out my hand for a handshake it was met by a firm hand. Meeting my soulmate’s eyes for the first time they spoke. 

“I’m Steven.” The man gave a smile “It’s nice to meet you.” 

 I watch my friend carefully. Her excitement is glowing all over her pretty face. Exactly 2 minutes left, she tells me. We’re waiting at the bus stop and the bus is coming in two minutes. I think she hoped she’d meet them on a beach at sunset or something.
 ”I mean that’s ok - these things can’t always be romantic I mean my mum met dad when he was working at the book store and it’s not like you can plan it to be romantic I just hoped, I mean everyone hopes don’t they-” she breaks off, looking at me awkwardly. “Sorry. It’s just a big day for me you know.” Yes I do know. You’ve been going on about it for the past year. I smile at her.
 ”Don’t worry. You nervous? You’ll be ok, you always are,” I grin, determined not to ruin this for her. It’s selfish of me to be moody. This is her future being determined. Right here. In now, precisely 1 minute 30 seconds.
 She smiles at me, but it isn’t quite reaching her eyes. She’s restless and keeps tapping her foot. Her eyes are wide with.. fear? Excitement? Nerves? Probably all of them and a thousand more things I can’t imagine. She keeps checking her wrist. So do I. The bus comes around the corner. 1 minute 10 seconds.
 ”Hey. I’ll leave you alone now ok? The bus is here. I’ll sit a couple of seats away, and be there if you need me,” I say, squeezing her arm reassuringly. “Good luck.” I hope it sounded sincere.

 The bus pulls up and I climb on first, taking a quick glance at her while I give the driver my ticket. She’s shaking and looks a little green. I want to give her a hug but know I shouldn’t interrupt now. I look at the passengers and it’s full of pensioners. My heart starts beating frantically. What? I can’t see anyone else at the bus stop. But she’s only 18, she can’t end up with a 80 year old. 
 I turn around and look at her - she’s breathing hard. The bus driver asks if she’s ok but she ignores him. Her eyebrows are creased and her face is flushed. Oh. Oh no. Stay calm. Someone is probably late. I give her a thumbs up and try to smile reassuringly. I think it’s more of a grimace.

 I take a seat near the back. Look at my watch. 25 seconds. She sits down a few seats away.

 Suddenly a dark shape runs past my window and a boy jumps on the bus. He has that same frantic look in his eyes. I breathe out with relief.
 ”Yeah get on, we’re running late,” the driver says, taking his ticket. The boy looks around, carefully stepping towards the seats. He’s tall and handsome, holding a sketchbook. I smile slightly; my friend hates art.
 4 seconds
 He spots her.
 3 seconds
 His eyes widen as he walks closer, as if being pulled by an invisible rope.
 2 seconds
 My friend stands up too, that same rope tying her to him.
 1 second -
 ”I was worried the bus would leave. No way could I miss meeting my soul mate!” he jokes, though he looks just as nervous as she. They smile at each other as they both sit down together. I can’t hear what they’re talking about.

 I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Suddenly I’m crying. Hot tears dropping down my cheeks.

 I look at my wrist, scratching at it. Trying to get rid of it. 

 The numbers have never changed.

 They’ve always been at 0.

Oh my god that last one…. My heart… The feels….

AGH ALL OF YOU WRITE A BOOK THIS VERY INSTANT. PLEASE.

this is beautiful and everyone needs to read it

i hate you tumblr, fucking breaking my goddamn heart

Then, one day, you’re having dinner with a friend you’ve known for as long as you can remember (or perhaps a friend of the family), and you finally talk to them about your counter. You’re crying, explaining that it’s always been at 0, and so you must not have a soul-mate.

Their eyes widen. Tears begin to form, and they throw their arms around you.

"Mine has always been at 0 too."

And that’s when you know…

10 seconds: the doorbell rings, i get out of my chair

5 seconds: i give the man my money

0 seconds: i open the box. it is the most glorious pizza i have ever seen in my life.

Just imagine that when you’re just starting kindergarten and they teach you about the time on your wrist, and you raise your hand in confusion and say “Mine isn’t working.” and one other kid says “Mine too.” And it’s the first kid you met on the first day of school. And your teacher just smiles at you two and you just sit there, young and confused until it sinks in a bit later.

dragon-tears-and-kisses

WILL SOMEONE MAKE THIS A BOOK?

PLEASE.

fishingboatproceeds REBLOG UNTIL JOHN GREEN SEES THIS AND DECIDES TO WRITE THIS PLEASE

It’s a movie! Called Timer on Netflix! Watching it now

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Today marks 30 years of marriage for my parents! In a day and age of divorce and giving up my parents are proof that through God all things are possible. I love you guys! Thank you for giving me a standard and an example of what love truly is! I wish you lifetime more of love and success!

Today marks 30 years of marriage for my parents! In a day and age of divorce and giving up my parents are proof that through God all things are possible. I love you guys! Thank you for giving me a standard and an example of what love truly is! I wish you lifetime more of love and success!

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// When my resident tells me to call in a consult//

whatshouldwecallmedschool:

I’m Like: 

Lol. Yyyyyeessss. Did this on Friday

// Every time I have to present a patient//

whatshouldwecallmedschool:

The attending is always like:

Lol yesssss

mxtori:

I know you don’t like to talk, but you gotta do it for her.

OMG this transformation really got to me. You could see in his face that he was really sad and gonna miss her and loved her but he didn’t have the words to share those feelings. But he found them for his daughter and I just love him.

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dickprintbandit:

being patient is so hard when you see everyone around you getting their blessings before you.

Yesssss. But I continue to wait because in His perfect time, mine will come too. “Be still and know that I am God.”

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closetomidnight:

curlskinksandcoils:

Natural ladies, have you heard about this?
CWK Straight Plates-Straighten Hair Without Heat
The CWK Straight Plates are a patent pending tool that straightens hair without the need for heat. This tool is designed for the curly, wavy and kinky haired girls around the world. Many women have experienced damage to hair by constantly applying heat and harsh chemicals. This tool is what we all have been looking for! It is very user friendly, light weight and functional. This product should be an additional tool in every CWK girl toolbox.
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1855194586/cwk-straight-plates-straighten-hair-without-heat

LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!!!!!


This will be big for the natural hair world!

closetomidnight:

curlskinksandcoils:

Natural ladies, have you heard about this?

CWK Straight Plates-Straighten Hair Without Heat

The CWK Straight Plates are a patent pending tool that straightens hair without the need for heat. This tool is designed for the curly, wavy and kinky haired girls around the world. Many women have experienced damage to hair by constantly applying heat and harsh chemicals. This tool is what we all have been looking for! It is very user friendly, light weight and functional. This product should be an additional tool in every CWK girl toolbox.

https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/1855194586/cwk-straight-plates-straighten-hair-without-heat

LOOK AT THIS!!!!!!!!!!

This will be big for the natural hair world!

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yellawunn:

I think I’m about to cut my hair into a short hairstyle…seriously.

Don’t do it! Unless you have a clear idea and a picture to back it up. I just cutoff all of mine (was BSL) and I regret it. Largely because I didn’t have a clear vision and my beautician got scissor happy.

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giguana:

TULSA, Oklahoma - Tulsa police said an 8-year-old girl was taken from a playground area at the Willowbend Apartments ( 3024 S. 101st East Avenue) on Sunday night. (May, 4th, 2014)
Monserrat Aguirre was playing on a swing set outside about 7:20 p.m., and a white man pulled up in a small white car, grabbed her, put her in his car and drove away, police said.
Witnesses said he was last seen heading west on East 31st Street.
Aguirre is described as Hispanic, 4-foot tall, 85 pounds with black hair and brown eyes. She was last seen wearing a white skirt with ruffles and a pink shirt.
The suspect is a white ma, possibly with a beard and a wearing a brown hat. The car could be a Ford Focus or Ford Escape, but officers aren’t sure. INFO UPDATED @ 10:18 PM Police believe it was a white, four-door sedan.
According to officials, the four children were playing. The suspect walked up to them and spoke. Then he grabbed her, pulled her into his vehicle and headed west on 31st street.
link to this article on OK news website, with more info added from this article
Please call 918-596-AMBR with information.

INFO ADDED @ 10:36 PM on first article linked above
Roberts said the girl’s family said there is no reason to believe a friend or family member would have been the one to take her. ”We’re going with, right now, that this is a complete stranger abduction,” Roberts said.


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giguana:

giguana:

TULSA, Oklahoma - Tulsa police said an 8-year-old girl was taken from a playground area at the Willowbend Apartments ( 3024 S. 101st East Avenue) on Sunday night. (May, 4th, 2014)

Monserrat Aguirre was playing on a swing set outside about 7:20 p.m., and a white man pulled up in a small white car, grabbed her, put her in his car and drove away, police said.

  • Witnesses said he was last seen heading west on East 31st Street.
  • Aguirre is described as Hispanic, 4-foot tall, 85 pounds with black hair and brown eyes. She was last seen wearing a white skirt with ruffles and a pink shirt.
  • The suspect is a white ma, possibly with a beard and a wearing a brown hat. The car could be a Ford Focus or Ford Escape, but officers aren’t sure. INFO UPDATED @ 10:18 PM Police believe it was a white, four-door sedan.
  • According to officials, the four children were playing. The suspect walked up to them and spoke. Then he grabbed her, pulled her into his vehicle and headed west on 31st street.

link to this article on OK news website, with more info added from this article

Please call 918-596-AMBR with information.

INFO ADDED @ 10:36 PM on first article linked above

  • Roberts said the girl’s family said there is no reason to believe a friend or family member would have been the one to take her. ”We’re going with, right now, that this is a complete stranger abduction,” Roberts said.

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missjia:

Meet Brooke Birmingham (@babnotonadiet). She has managed to successfully lose over 170 lbs over the course of 4 years. As we all know, losing weight is no small feat and @shape_magazine took notice of Brooke’s tremendous efforts. The fitness magazine wanted to feature Brooke as a success story on Shape.com, and she provided them with the pic you see on the right as her “after” shot. Days later, she received a letter that said, in short (read: I’m paraphrasing), “hey! You look great! But umm, we can’t use this pic. Can you send one with your shirt on?” When asked why, saying that she didn’t expect Shape (a magazine that typically celebrates women’s bodies) to give anyone a false look at weight loss, she was hit repeatedly with that “editorial policy” song & dance that says the mag can’t use bikini photos. I just wanted to publicly take a moment to congratulate Brooke on her AMAZING LOSS! There are several women out here with the same goals that you had, and what you’re offering is the REAL look at what “could be” with such a loss. Everybody doesn’t lose weight and morph into some tight skin having super heroine! This is a reality for a LOT of people! Shame on you, Shape, for trying to HIDE facts! Oh by the way, Brooke later declined their feature and opted to post on her blog instead! You GO, girl! #12theHARDway

She looks awesome!

missjia:

Meet Brooke Birmingham (@babnotonadiet). She has managed to successfully lose over 170 lbs over the course of 4 years. As we all know, losing weight is no small feat and @shape_magazine took notice of Brooke’s tremendous efforts. The fitness magazine wanted to feature Brooke as a success story on Shape.com, and she provided them with the pic you see on the right as her “after” shot. Days later, she received a letter that said, in short (read: I’m paraphrasing), “hey! You look great! But umm, we can’t use this pic. Can you send one with your shirt on?” When asked why, saying that she didn’t expect Shape (a magazine that typically celebrates women’s bodies) to give anyone a false look at weight loss, she was hit repeatedly with that “editorial policy” song & dance that says the mag can’t use bikini photos. I just wanted to publicly take a moment to congratulate Brooke on her AMAZING LOSS! There are several women out here with the same goals that you had, and what you’re offering is the REAL look at what “could be” with such a loss. Everybody doesn’t lose weight and morph into some tight skin having super heroine! This is a reality for a LOT of people! Shame on you, Shape, for trying to HIDE facts! Oh by the way, Brooke later declined their feature and opted to post on her blog instead! You GO, girl! #12theHARDway

She looks awesome!

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sensitiveandopinionated:

lookatthewords:

I come here tonight and plead with you. Be proud of yourself and believe that you’re somebody. I said to a group last night, “Nobody else can do this for us.” No document can do this for us. No Lincolnian proclamation can do this for us; no Kennedysonian or Johnsonian civil rights bill can do this for us. If the negro is to be free he must move down into the inner resources of his own soul and sign, with a pen an ink of self-asserted manhood, his own Emancipation Proclamation. Don’t let anybody take your manhood. Be proud of our heritage; as somebody said earlier tonight, we don’t have anything to be ashamed of.

Somebody told a lie one day. They couched it in language.They made everything black, ugly and evil. Look in your dictionary and see the synonyms of the word “black.” It’s always something degrading and low and sinister. Look at the word, “white.” It’s always something pure, high. Well I want to get the language right tonight.

I want to get it so right that everybody here will cry out, “Yes I’m Black and I’m proud of it. I’m Black and beautiful.”

—Martin Luther King, Jr. -Somebody Told a Lie

Oh.

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thesmithian:

blackwomenasianmen:

Steve & Erin’s Wedding (x)

”Hey Erin, do you know this guy named Steve?” ”You know, that cool Asian kid? Well, he really likes you”.   - Kiara Hall

  These words, (unbeknownst to me) would be the prelude to my very own love story. I was 11 years old when my friendnestled up to me in class and whispered this in my ear. I had little idea who Steve was; neither did I care to explore. Provoked by my silence, my friend leaned over and said “Ill give you $5 if you go out with him for a day, just give it a try”. 

   Five dollars can get an 11-year-old kid just about anything they wanted from the lunch line, so I agreed. Lunch time came around, and my over zealous friend completely instructed every moment our awkward lunch date: “Come on guys, hold hands”, “Smile for the camera”, “you guys should be sitting closer together”.   Needless to say, Steve and I swiftly broke things off after lunch. 

   The years passed. By the time we entered high school our relationship had morphed into a casual friendship scored by our silly decision to date in the 7th grade. Steve would call me for two things only: help with homework or to get his hair braided, and this was the extent of our friendship. No more. No less. Our senior year of high school brought about many changes. A close friend of ours passed, and with his absence a need for fellowship was formed. Friends of ours gathered everyday after school to keep each other uplifted. However as the school year progressed, and after school activities prevailed, Steve and I found ourselves hanging out after school alone. ( I believe this was when God began to move in on Steve and I )

Steve began to behave very strangely during this time. He would gift me flowers and take me ice-skating. I wasn’t sure what was happening to our unspoken rule that we were strictly  friends. The rule characterized from our failed attempt at dating in the 7th grade, nevertheless, I continued to spend time with him. Mostly because I felt comfortable in his presence, and partly because…Steve had game.  Yes I said it! It took me by complete surprise; Im a sucker for adventure and he was dripping with spontaneity. What girl doesn’t like roses just because or blind folded dates to Build-A-Bear.

One Friday in December of 2005 ,he asked me to date him. I paused.  Hmmm…Steve has always been a man of great character, a man that was led by God, and his love for God was amazing even at the age of 17. He was also pretty cute. I had no good reason to say no, so I took the leap of faith and said yes.  LOL. I. Said. Yes.  There in Steve’s living room, at the age of 16, I made one of the best decisions for my life.

…I’ve said yes to Steve ever since without regret and I can’t wait to say yes to him for the final time on September 7th. God is good.

[look of the hour]

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