The next year was full of family, moving back home, missing my roommates, and running to the mailbox at 6 every Friday. I knew a letter would come every two weeks, and I almost couldn’t make it inside fast enough to read it. Granny was sweet enough to send me your email every single Monday. I knew, right at 8:00 I’d get an email with the subject line: ENGLAND and my heart always melted.
I remember getting close to your year mark, and having the hardest time with life. I decided to try the dating thing, and had been on a couple of dates with those I had met in my ward and institute. They were nice boys but at the end of the night, I cried for your arms to hug me. My heart was pulled in different directions, and I remember just knowing I was going to have to tell you. I had no idea what to say… but I had to say it.
I remember crying my eyes out when I received your response letter in the mail. I remember kneeling, praying and pleading with my Father in Heaven to tell me you were the one. The one I was meant to be with, the one I loved. I got nothing. It was so frustrating. I was mad, angry, and heartbroken. I loved you and someone else and I had no answer.
I knew God wasn’t going to tell me if you were meant to be mine while you were serving Him, yet I found myself asking him daily. I pondered a lot, and as the days went by, it got better but not easier. You were so forgiving and so kind. I didn’t deserve it but you still loved me. I cried, for so long. I don’t think I ever forgave myself for dating for a while. I knew from then on we would be together. I knew our story would work out and that you would come home to me.
I remember feeling motivated, brand new and ready for your return… except, it was only your year mark, and I still had twelve long months until you did…
To be continued…