A Love Story for the Books.

I always dream of that diamond ring dazzling on my left ring finger. I dream of wedding preparations and that perfect dress. I’m African, so I dream of that perfect African outfit for the reception. I imagine the colorful bridesmaid dresses. I dream of walking down the aisle, smiling so brightly. I get up to alter and my pastor is smiling, ready to read the vows. I look at my man… WAIT… Where’s his face? It’s a blur. I don’t know who he is! I’ve tried to fill his face with guys that I like/ liked, guy friends, or even random guys, but none seem to stay. Sometimes I THINK I know exactly who he is and sometimes I think I’m wrong. Maybe I haven’t met him… Or maybe he’s a friend. I can’t wait to meet him or for the romance to be revealed. But I know that God hasn’t revealed him yet because I’m not ready. But until that time, I know God will work on me to make me the woman I need to be, the woman right for him. I’ll grow and learn all that I need to learn. So when I finally do walk down the aisle, it will be to become one with the man that God has created JUST for me. I know he’ll be all that I could ever dream of and more. He’ll be worth the wait.