Wasting Time Waiting

Today I woke up thinking. . .well not thinking about much. Except that my arm hurts from the way I slept on it or possibly from working out Thursday. Anyways, yeah I am getting pretty off topic and sharing information that this entry could probably do without. So then I did start thinking. And as I always do, I thought about the future. And how much I want. . .well I wouldn't normally admit it. . .but how much I want to be engaged already. Heh. But I should really be thinking about this present. This present with a man that I love. a man that loves me and wants me. Forever. I am so lucky that, at a young age, and of all the places and people in the world, I've been lucky enough to find someone who can stand me enough let alone want to be around me, go out of his way to be around me. But, I mean, this entry isn't about me bragging and flaunting the fact that I have a boyfriend who loves and cares about me so immensely. This is an entry about how I have realized that me waiting to be proposed to is probably a very sweet process that I should enjoy. Because after it happens, everything will be the same - I will simply have a new ring on my left hand. I mean, I will still be impossibly in love, I will still have an amazing man in my life forever, and he and I will still be talking about our wonderful future filled with success, happiness, love, children, and so much more. In short, yes I will have a ring that symbolizes a major commitment. But right now I have a verbal one that I know I can trust and count on. With everything in this world that is so hectic and crazy, I have found an out of this world love within the confines of a 2-mile-long town and it is one that I will not take for granted and it is one that I am going to cherish more and more.