February Does Funny Things to Me.

I often lay in bed at night, wondering about the poor soul who gets to grow old with me. I already care about him very much. Every single day, I pray to Our Lady, asking her to hold him close. I write letters to him and keep them hidden in a very secret spot.  It's kind of funny to think about. There's actually a guy who's going to be crazy lucky enough to love me on day. A guy who's living, breathing, digesting food... Eep. O.o 

I've always felt a strong call to be married. And holy whoa I'm growing up. I'll be allowed to actually date soon enough. It's kind of strange to wrap my mind around, but it's wonderful and exciting at the same time. But for now, I don't really let myself think about it too much. Too many emotions. I'd probably explode. 

I wonder what he's like. I already know he's insane, considering the fact that he's going to be marrying me. I only pray that he isn't too insane. I also pray that he's an exact replica of Pier Giorgio Frassati. But I suppose that one is kind of a long shot. 

No matter what, I will pray for him every single day until I meet him. And then I will pray for him every single day until I die. Every rosary I pray, every Mass I go to, I always lift it up for him. It's all I can do right now. But I'm totally okay with that.