To the man who'll ask me to wear a white dress,

 

Lean in to kiss me

and I’ll meet you halfway there,

reach and you’ll be held.

Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

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Dear husband-to-be,

With the right amount of tenderness, even a touch as gentle as this, from you, will undo me.

Always yours,

me

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A note to the man who will someday succeed in wooing me,

A helpful guide for winning me over and stealing my heart:

Take me to Barnes & Nobel. Browse the beautiful aisles with my fingers tangled in yours. Lead me to your favorite childhood book. Give me a glimpse of the little boy that is still a part of you. Buy a coffee for yourself and a caramel latte for me. Sit across from me at one of those tables hardly big enough for the books we've picked up to thumb through. Flash a grin that's just for me. Love Jesus. Don't take yourself to seriously. Make me laugh.

Until then,

me

Something that took the words right out of my mouth:

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To the man who'll bring me flowers just because,

I must confess that I'm not always the most studious sophomore in college. Tomorrow morning at 9am I have a Spanish test and I have yet to really start studying. Just as I was about to, I decided it would be wiser for me to relieve the stress of all those in the room & dance around and sing Lizzie McGwire. Yes, sometimes I can be absolutely ridiculous, but I pray that someday you'll love me all the more for it.

Always yours,

me

A letter to the man who'll be brave enough to get down on one knee for me,

I'm not going to sugar coat it, life's been kind of hard on me lately.

It turns out Spanish isn't my language, and some guy I thought might be you got engaged.

But, you know what? Jesus loves me through it all. & How absolutely beautiful is that? I am ridiculously undeserving, and God must be sighing and shaking His head at me as I think I have His plan for me figured out time and time again.

In other news: Papa Benny announced his resignation today, and Lent is rolling around.

I find myself wondering where you are right now as I sit here in the Newman Center's library putting off my homework. I hope wherever you are, you're aware of how much God loves you. I hope that on your worst days you find comfort in the fact that no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless any situation may seem, He has something much greater than anything we've ever imagined in store.

Oh, & I miss you.

Love Always,
yours

To the man who'll rock my children to sleep,

I find myself thinking of you tonight and wanting to tell you so much. Have you ever gotten to a point in your life when you're just....content? Because today I find myself smiling as a write to tell you that that is where I am right now.

Lately I find myself completely overwhelmed with how blessed I am. I enjoy my busy schedule full of classes, work, FOCUS student leadership, and friends. God is just blowing me away with all He is doing.

Oh my goodness, and how I love my friends. I couldn't ask for better people to spend my college years with. Becca has grown so much lately! Even I wouldn't have believed where she is today if you'd have told me last year. I can't tell you how many nights we have the intention of getting a good eight hours of sleep, but instead end up talking until well into the next morning about the things dearest to our hearts.

& I can't even begin to tell you how excited I am to be sharing a home with Des, Ashley, Becky, and Alaina next year! & I could never forget my favorite freshmen, Erin & Marah and the wonderful conversations we have. I have grown so close to each one of these women; they truly are my sisters in Christ.

These women are just a little over a handful of the lovely people who make up my family away from home at the Newman center. There isn't enough time in the day to tell you about each one of them and how much they've impacted my life.

Someday I'll show you their pictures of these wonderful people. They've had quite a hand in making college the perfect place for me right now. I never thought Vermillion would feel like home, but these days it does.

I still miss you, my mystery man. I cannot wait to meet you someday. But with the help of my Verm family, I think the days until then will be more than bearable.

Love Always,
yours

A Disclaimer:

I reserve the right to read chick-lit no matter how "un-sophisticated" it may be. To spend money on books I may never read instead of the designer clothes. To make myself entirely too sleep deprived just for the sake of finishing a good book. & To never once apologize for any of it.

Always,
me

Just so You know,

Sometimes I think to myself, "This is it! This is the year!" & then I have this sudden tornado of thoughts of what my life could look like this year, what I could do...and then I usually find myself recognizing my delusion and settling for mediocracy the way "realistic" people often do...

There's something you should know though: I've never been realistic.

Also, I dream of writing a book someday. & visiting Paris.

Always,
L.A.
(your silly dreamer)

Remembering to have faith...waiting for You,

And I do believe. Most days. But sometimes, on nights like tonight, my heart develops that steady ache that can only be forgotten through a long and deep sleep.

As far as I know, I haven't met you yet. But oh, for the love of Pete, do I miss you.

Gosh I miss you.

Always always yours,

me

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Daydreaming...

Some people think of their future home and dream of extravagantly large walk-in closets or jacuzzi tubs.

I dream of a place where the sound of little feet running across the wood floor can be heard. A place where I can read Green Eggs and Ham and The Foot Book to small children who look a little something like the man I love. {You.} I don't dream of a specific square-footage or number of bedrooms. I don't dream of a place at all.

I dream of the people who will make wherever we're at home.

Always,
L.A.

Dear sir who will have to unclog drains full of hair for me,

I'm still here, living my life the best way I know how, & waiting for you.

Always,
yours

N.Y.C., the place you'll take me someday,

I'm not sure how I feel about the way everyone always romanticizes New York City. Gosh. That was such a hasty generalization. I'm sorry. I'm not sure how I feel about the way my favorite kind of romantic comedy and my favorite kind of wistful writing, professional or not, always romanticizes New York City.

Why do they do that to silly dreamers like me? Paint it as this place where anything can happen in the turn of a corner? As this place where at any given second you could literally bump into your mister right? Where I could bump into You? As the place where the life that's too wonderful for you to possibly imagine, happens to you? Why do they do that?

Isn't that true of any place?

Can't any or all of that happen any where?

Doesn't it?

Every day?

Just something I'm pondering as I watch You've Got Mail pathetically and wonderfully alone tonight. Have you ever thought about that? If you haven't, you are now.

Always,
L.A.

Dear you, this is me:

"Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the 'normal people' as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like 'Have a nice day' and 'Weather’s awful today, eh?', you yearn inside to say forbidden things like 'Tell me something that makes you cry' or 'What do you think deja vu is for?'"
-Timothy Leary 

Always,
yours

To the man who may be right under my nose,

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This. This is what I want...

to see your smile.

Always,
L.A.

“Oh, me? I’m not 80% water. I’m 80% coffee, and a little bit of sass.”
- Zooey Deschanel

p.s. you,
I'm completely and totally lovin' that guilty pleasure of a show she's in right now, New Girl. I wonder if you've ever watched it... If not, I'll show you a clip or make you watch an episode... someday.
Always,
me

What I'll need from you,

I don't need some monumental act of undeniable passion.

I don't need a dramatic story
that the rest of the world is is desperate to hear
and feels the need to retell time and time again.




I need simple moments when our eyes meet
and through one look we both know that the other's thinking about how
we're lucky to have stumbled upon each other.

I need a sweet smile
that knows that we're in the midst of a bunch of little things
that alone means absolutely nothing to anyone,
but when added up creates something that we wouldn't trade for the world.





This is what I want. This is what I need.

Always,
L.A.

A note to the man whose last name I'll someday share,

For some reason unbeknownst to me, my hand especially longs to hold yours tonight. I think it may have something to do with the tumultuous fall weather that's going on right now as I sit in the  library and read The Canterbury Tales. Or maybe it's the romantic way Middle English sounds in my head as I read about knights and squires and the such.

I do know one thing though. As much as I know this time by myself is making me into the woman I'll be when we meet someday not too long from now, this thing still rings true.

I miss you, my knight.

Always yours,
me

A letter for him:

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To the man who will love me even when my hair grays,

Be silly with me will you?
Read to me out loud, resting your feet on my lap, and laugh with me as life gets crazy,
the way it always does. Promise me you’ll embrace the craziness,
hold me tight, and love me through it all.
Always yours,
me

A note to my one day husband,

Please try not to take yourself too seriously. I’ll love you all the more for it.

Love Always,
me