it was the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of the eleventh year. we talked and chatted, reconciled and reminisced, laughed and cried. but in the end, i felt like i finally had closure. it's not about what i want or what you want; it's about what god wants. and i am in no position to tell 'him' what's best for me.
i'm not too sure why we really broke up or the purpose behind it. i'm not sure is if was because our imperfections was overpowering our relationship. i'm not too sure on what's going to happen between us. i'm not too sure as to what god has in store for me. what special person he is going to put in my life. or when. or how that is even going to look like. i'm learning that god moves things around on his own time and that he doesn't have a 'specific time frame'.
reguardless of circumstance, i can honestly say that i would still love for us to keep in touch, as always.
10:13 a.m. - 2011-11-14
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