Wishing and hoping and thinking and praying

21 Jan 2012

Dear one,

It's 3:15AM. Make a guess where I am!

I'm at the Perth International Airport, waiting for the first shuttle bus to the city and the bus doesn't leave until 6AM so here I am trying to kill time while Ish is taking a nap.

When I travel to different places, I think about you. I think about how I would have loved travelling the world with you. That sounds passé. But really, nothing beats seeing beautiful and favorite destinations with the most special man in one's life.

Travelling is one of my favorite pasttimes - next only to, if not of the same level as, singing and cooking. And I wish I could share that passion for travelling with you. In the same way that I'd like to be able to share a lot of the things I love with you.

Did you know I feel like I've been waiting for you for a long time already? At the time I'm writing this, it feels like I've been waiting for you for more than a decade. When one's 18 and in college, that's when one dreams of what lies ahead of her. I have never fallen in love then. I was just wishing and hoping to fall in love with someone that fits the 26 items in my checklist.

When I reached my mid-20s, that's when I realized I was only looking for a few things - good conversation, responsibility and family-orientedness. I realized I was looking for you.

I fell in love at 27, though. With the wrong person.

Moving on was difficult - I just didn't want to go through anything like that anymore. Still, I remained wishing and hoping for a love.

And then I started praying for you - a man after God's own heart.