(via: themostsophisticatedwoman)

Love it when the gent sings this to me. 

Mmm.

(Source: infinitelycaptivating)

It’s late. Anatomy book open in front of me, endless amounts of information that I’m trying to retain. But it’s my birthday. Or was. Wow, officially 21 for 24 hours, what an accomplishment. Spent studying for an exam. Dinner with the gent and with a couple of legal martinis. I recall the weekend in my head.

Friday night run-in at the gym. Driving around and listening to you being bold about your faith and mending old friendships. My heart warmed to hear you say that, your enthusiasm and genuine passion for such a thing is a rare thing to find in a person these days. Your piercing blue eyes and weeks-old scruff. You smell like sweat from working out but I don’t care. The night passes, I go to sleep early after a rough week of exams and you stay up late playing music, I’m assuming.

Saturday comes and I go for a 6 mile run immediately upon awakening to clear my head. More like wanting to procrastinate on studying for my anatomy exam. Endless hours spent in leggings and a sorority sweatshirt that is clearly too large for me, rewriting powerpoint slides, but all I can think about is how excited I was to spend the evening with you. Time flies, 730 arrives and you pick me up. Rich cupcakes and night strolls on campus are the perfect solution to a stressed out mind. Spontaneous movie rental and wine purchases always end up turning into a dance session and us talking and kissing and talking and more kissing than actually paying attention to the movie playing in the background. Birthday present is given and it’s the best thing I’ve received this year. Spa day is being scheduled after my 10K on the 18th, thank you, you’re the best.

Sunday morning arrives. You pick me up for church, we go, meet with friends. You drop me off back at home before telling me you’re picking me up for dinner at 6. Your treat, I remind myself that I don’t deserve a guy like you. Two martinis, discussions of future weekends. Really can’t wait for next Sunday to go suit shopping with you, means that formal is closer than I thought. Grocery store runs to get myself some Sour Patch kids for my study party tonight — clearly avoiding studying right now — and spontaneous 5 for $4.00 Greek yogurt buying spree. You drop me off at home, wishing me goodnight. 

I still smell you on me and hear your voice in my head. Feel your hands on my neck and your lips on mine. 

Blessed.

(via atomos)

Right now I’m alone at home. And it’s a wonderful feeling to be away from school and just by myself, even without the gent.

(Source: dinhtheresa, via atomos)

Are you looking for marriage, a God honored relationship between two people, to fill the needs only a relationship with God can? Are we willing to have the courage to die to ourselves and honestly recognize where we place God on our “inside” priority list, or are we just going to put our hope and our joy in things of this world?

Made me think. It’s not about fairness. It’s about life in the Lord. And everything will turn out the way it needs to, because He will provide.