There are some days (like today) where I long for my husband more then usual. I long for the day that we meet and he smiles and the rest is history. I can honestly say that I didn't think I would still be single at my age. I thought I'd be married by nineteen or so. Not that I can see myself married right now, but to actually have a man in my life who could be a possibility would be really nice. To be able to laugh with him, stay up late talking and just...being best friends. I really, really want that.
So here I sit, at work, alone, aching for my husband to walk into my life and remind me why he's so worth the wait.