I've realized these past few weeks that love comes softly. I don't want the fairytale that I read about in books or see in almost every movie. I want my own fairytale; a fairytale where God is the center of everything. A fairy tale where my future husband is a righteous priesthood holder who loves and adores me. I always want butterfly kisses, and make dinner for my man. I want to always be worthy of my husband, and share common goals, values, and love. I know a perfect marriage isn't possible, but perfect love is. Love doesn't have to come in a rush or like a giant wave. For me, love just comes softly.
108 DAYS.
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