To The Guy Who Made Me Hope For More
I miss how you told me you missed me. I miss us. Even though there was no ‘us’.
Dear Future Husband: God Is Saving A Forever For Us
Someday, when we have both wrinkles and white hair, we are going to hold our hands and watch the beautiful sunset, and we gonna say “we made it”.
To My Future Daughter: God Has Great Plans For You
It’s okay to feel alone. It’s okay to close the door. It’s okay not to feel okay. It’s okay to feel weak.