call me.

It's nice to be missed. Nice to know they didn't forget about you. Nice to know they still care. But when you're the one missing and remembering and caring... And you're doing it alone? It stinks. After too long, you start to wonder if they ever meant all the stuff they said. All that stuff about having the potential to be really good friends. All that stuff while they were opening up to you. Revealing secrets. Bonding. Then she disappeared and never said a word. I miss you. And she won't respond to any of my efforts. Mutual friends will tell me she's been trying to get ahold of me.. But I haven't seen the effects from any such obvious struggle. Think there might be some awkwardness when she comes back? Yes. Probably. I don't want that. I don't blame her for going away. I understand. She needs to see that. And I can't tell her because I don't know where she is and wherever that is, I've been informed, there is no personal telephone. no number to reach her at. This is a one way ticket on a lonely train headed south, fast.

You have my number. I want to talk to you. Tell you I'm here for you if you need me to be...

Call me.

into you.

Finally. I feel like I'm in the right place. I feel 100% sure that this is that invisible path that we're supposed to trust will find us. I feel like mine found me. I'm at peace with my life right now. I must have gone up and down, left and right, in and out of every possible emotion, decision, choice, and supporting figure. But I finally figured it out. I'm getting into You. Because You got to me. I'm lifting up my heart to You. I'm scared, it's tough, and I'm so afraid that I'll miss something important... But that's why it's called faith right? "Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see." Hebrews 11:1. I'm trusting myself to be blind. I'm trusting God to hold my hand and lead me. I'm trusting that I know what I'm getting myself into.

You said, "I love you and that's what you are getting yourself into."

I'm gonna love You with my life.