Dear My Future Husband,
If you couldn't tell by now, you should be able to tell by how lately I've been neglecting you. We haven't spoken in over a month. I failed to tell you more of my secrets, thoughts, feelings, adventures, experiences, and dreams these past thirty days. I guess the reason on why I haven't been writing should be obvious. I never finish what I start. But honestly, I don't think that's my excuse anymore.
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I feel lost. Somewhere on the path of these last thirty days I lost my sense of direction. I forgot where I was going. My steps started weakening underneath me and I began to stray. I saw myself in a dark forest of empty woods with no clear distinction of where I came from and where I should go. I began to feel drained, not from over-activeness but from little action at all. I questioned myself. Did I even know where I was going? I was left with silence.
Have you ever experienced a moment in life when you felt as if you held no definite purpose? It's a moment when everything around you that used to make perfect sense now looks like a twisting maze of gibberish. It's the scariest feeling in the world to look around and see ambitious people working on their futures with direction but feel as if your feet are permanently glued to the floor. Many say it's just a phase. Lately, it's has been feeling more than that.
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Even though I feel down now, I know deep down in the intricate parts of my heart that this too shall pass. One day I'll know exactly what I want to do with my life and nothing and no one will be able to alter my mind. Until then, I'll be searching.. And waiting for you.
Love,
Stephanie
