So all growing up you hear of stories of people marrying their grade school and high school sweethearts and of course being a hopeless romantic I used to always wish that would happen. As time went on it became more and more apparent that it wouldn’t happen, but that’s ok, I knew that God had some great plan for me, and I think part of it was to teach me patience… not my strongest suit. So I dated one guy after another and things wouldn’t work out for whatever reason (and don’t be fooled, there weren’t all that many, I usually had length over numbers…) and again as you’ve probably read before I was in a relationship with a guy for over 5 years. That came to an end this last summer. Again God had something great in store but who knew… When you think about this next thought, keep in mind how I started this…
So in high school, I had a crush on a guy (Prince Charming). More so than I ever let on to anyone. Well, I was cleaning my room a few weekends ago and I found a Note notebook that 2 of my friends and I had going. We’d sit and write notes back and forth between each other in classes. Oddly enough, I still have this. I know I know I’m a packrat apparently. So I was reading through these notes and found out that I’d admitted to Prince Charming that I liked him, and he’d admitted to me that he had feelings for me. Now, this also brought back the sad memories of why we never dated in high school but another time, another place! I was actually sitting and reading these notes with the love of my life, my sweetheart Prince Charming. He is mine and if you don’t believe me, ask him! So I guess when you look at it that way, I’m at least dating a high school sweetheart. Granted we never dated then, but… that doesn’t mean he isn’t my high school sweetheart!
