Think about it: when was the last time you had an amazing conversation?
Were you discussing Plato's Republic, or were you talking about that idiot from Dancing With the Stars? It could have been both. What I want you to realize is that it has so much less to do with the content of the conversation than it does the parties involved.
I was reminded last night (and consequently included this in our conversation) that our dialogue had become very much like Benedick and Beatrice of Shakespeare's great Much Ado About Nothing, in which the two who fall in love begin discussing which of the other's virtues were most appealing.
This is something I never thought in a million years I could have with someone. Certainly not someone who also maintained the temple as a constant goal in her heart. This is not meant to offend any LDS young ladies, but history certainly proved that I was more fit for another crowd. Having decided to only marry in the temple thus became an almost sad endeavor. But, God knows all. He knows me. He loves me. Hence, I am not relinquished to a meaningless existence. I will have an eternal companion who fills my life with everything that is good.
I know this blog is generally dedicated to me expressing my love, but I guess that's all I really care to do.
Trust me, I could cleverly tell stories regarding other BYU-based adventures, and I may, but there is no real substance to the thing. I write what I feel, and for the past month I have had one very distinct feeling. If you can't enjoy that, I'm sorry for you. One day you will. I apologize not for the content of my blog. (Not that anyone has voiced concern, but I'm sure reading this is no fun for those who don't care about my love life).
For now, off to class with me. I bid you all a digital adieu.
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