Well Hello.

Oh.
Oh, hey.
I've missed you.
How about we become friends again?
I love you blog.
And now...
We reunite.

Sincerely,
Me.

Are.

Last night he took me home.
He talked about his dad and his business.
Their struggles and triumphs.
I sat in the passenger seat of his truck
and smiled.
I love when he rambles.
He gets lost in his words.
So I just smile.
I give the appropriate head nod when needed.
I giggle when its expected.
But I am really just taking in the moment of being with him.
Just us.
It's so easy.
So natural.
I haven't felt this way in a long time.
Fourteen months to be exact.
It's nice.
It is different than when I was with Elder.
With Elder,
Everything was rushed. Reckless.
We only had so much time.
So I fell fast. Hard.
With him... We just are.
No rushing. No worry.
We just take life as it comes.
It is what I need.

When we got to my front door,
he told me how he felt.
I wish I could of had more wits about me...
I froze.
He was so forward.
And scared.
I had never seem him like that.
I loved it.
It was the first time I had ever seen him vulnerable.
He let his ego come down for a few minutes.
I don't think he will ever know how much that meant to me.
How much he means to me.
I don't know where I'm going with this.
I just like him.
We just are.

Click It.

This will be me. In 11 months.

Click this link above.
Best Video Ever.

A Night to Remember.

My Preference Group.

Set to music.

This is so bomb.

I'm in love.

Wishing Weed.

I don't even know what to say.

My emotions aren't even words.

They can't be.

This poor blog.

It has been put through so much emotional drama.

And thus is the life of a teenage girl.

I'm just putting off the reason why I'm writing.

I want to say it right.

But I don't know how.

Me? At a loss for words?

This is weird.

He emailed me.

He cares.

He wants to start writing again.

I could sing from every rooftop.

I want to scream for the world to hear.

Nothing has changed.

Nothing.

Our feelings?

As strong as ever.

And how does that work?

We haven't seen each other in thirteen months.

Haven't had any communication for nine of them.

And yet...

It feels like nothing has changed.

That is magic.

Pure magic.

I don't need a wand or spells.

(Even though I want one SOOOOOOO bad)

I have my own. It is in my heart.

I'll carry your heart with me.

Everyday.

That was my promise.

And that is a promise I intend to keep.

My mom hasn't seen me shine in a long time.

That poor woman...

What I have put her through.

She is a good mommy. She takes care of me.

She keeps my feet grounded.

And she even says that I haven't been this happy in months.

Nine months to be exact.

I don't know how to end this.

So, I will end it with a letter for all you girls waiting out there.

Dear Courageous Girl,

When you have done all you can do, sometimes you are left in a place where you just have to wait. Waiting is painful, waiting is hard... Perhaps one of the hardest skills we will ever have to develop in our lifetimes.

What if your waiting is active? What if, instead of stopping everything to wait, you take an active approach..... And do what you CAN do, (even if it has nothing to do with what you are waiting for) trying not to think about the things you cannot do yet.

Active waiting shortens the waiting time, fills your heart with joy instead of angst, and helps you to make progress. Then, if things do not turn out exactly as you expected or hoped, your life is full of other wonderful things that you will always have.

Life is absolutely mean to be enjoy, not just endured. Please take some time to actively seek and hold on to joyful experiences while you are waiting.

There is a plan for you, hold on tight! Enjoy the ride and smell the flowers when you are stopped.

You are such an inspiration to those around you. 

Take this advice from a girl who has been through this all. Has endured every heart broken moment. Trust me. This is the better route.

With every emotion I have in my exploding heart,

Lins :)

Never Give Up.

Heavenly Father knows his children.

He answers prayers in ways you can't even imagine.

I'm so lucky.

He answered mine.

I went back tonight.

Back to where our love existed.

Back to where everything was perfect.

Where he told me he loved me.

Where Taylor Swift became a reality.

In his words:

"Sometimes I lay down at night, 

and I think about you.

How good my life used to be.

But you know what?

It will be that much better when I come home."

That's my hope.

That's what I hold onto.

I went with my besty.

She knows how to carry me.

She knows what to say.

And tonight...

Revelation came through her.

What I needed to hear,

She spoke so clearly with tear in her eyes.

And it hit me like a bag of bricks.

Because I can't give up.

I never will.

Not until my very last breathe will I ever give up.

BAHHH.

I have issues.

The end.