It's been almost a month since I last heard from you.
Your last message:
"I am doing much better since I heard from you.
Not much really matters, does it?
Good night, darling."
You're wrong. You matter to me. You mean the world to me. I would give anything to have you back in my life, to hear your voice again, to see your face again, to know for certain that you are okay, wherever you are, whatever you're doing. I realize how corny and dumb this is, but I am genuinely afraid of what will happen on my wedding day; it's a constant and nagging fear that is always present in the back of my mind... Will you be there with me, or will I walk down that aisle alone?
God... please. Let him be alright...
this is my hope.
Angie, don't worry so much into the future. Just remember that God provides and will provide. You remember how we talked about your dad when we were walking at UGA together? And I was trying to console you and said something like "hypothetically, for all i know, at my wedding my mom could be..." wellll, there you go. Don't worry too much about the future, even though of course, it does often irk us. We don't know what'll happen in the next minute, the next second, so we shouldn't have to let what is or isn't going to happen in ten years bother us. I have no idea how I'd feel in your situation, but Angie, keep being strong and have faith!!! We need a Skype date... next week? Love yaaa!
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