...deep breath in… circa 2/1/14

we fog up the windows when we hold hands.
my old soul listens to 2nd that emotion and I cannot suppress my widest grin.
however;
the dynamic makes me nervous.
his practicality paired with my whimsicality can coexist, but just like our interlocked fingers I want to feel more than coexistence.
just want it all to be like when we fog up the windows when we hold hands.
…exhale...
…inhale...

iso (in search of)

I am an 'all in' type of girl, iso - an 'all in' type of man.
Though, why am I in search of,
when I should be sought after.
He does not want to be an afterthought just as I do not seek to be an afterthought.
He loved me first.
He never lets me go, even when I've given in to what's around me.
He never gives up for one second, though I give up for five seconds.
He loves me unconditionally, through my imperfections.
I know my love is strong and sufficient and sexy, and I also know that He is not him.
So, being that I do not believe in a 'zero sum game,'  will I be with my 1+1=10 man?
Will he look out for me and find me?
Will I be able to recognize him in all this noise?
Will he see strength and celebrate?
Will he see weakness and love?
Will he be here in rhema time?
The questions are open.
The statements are not.

some mary

some marry for money or politics.
I marry for neither.
some marry for citizenship or divorce.
I marry for neither.

I marry for love, faith, hope and the future.
we all know the greatest of these.