And may the Lord answer your prayers. You sound like the kind of girl I was praying for many years ago.
To wit: Pray, but don’t spend your life waiting for Mr. (or in my case) Ms. Right to show up at your door.
Or spend your life telling yourself that you’ll move back home to (state) someday where you grew up and find some high school sweetheart. Trust me, that one doesn’t work out so well after all either.
Best wishes.
Sir, I hope you have found your happiness. I found who I thought was Mr. Right, but the timing is wrong. It’s a sad situation. So I pray for his life to be blessed and that he will always remember me as having been an example of a good, loving person in his life.
I think I’ve given up on Mr. Right