Dearest You,
You are in the midst of the fantasy you only dreamed of. The one you thought would only happen in the corner of your imaginative mind- so soak it in, embrace it.
Remember what he told you about what he used to do when he was young? DO IT!
Stand under the rain of God's blessings. Hands outstretched, while the sky cries from happiness.
Let the raindrops slowly run down your face, kissing your plump cheeks.
And when you're done, sit next to him in the nearest shed beside the church, let him hold your cold hands, and from the depth of your being, whisper praises to the Lord, your Almighty God, for granting you the man of your prayers.
Yours Truly,
Marianie G.
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