Afraid of Love.
*FYI: comments are closed. I appreciate all of the kind words you guys have ever given me and I do value your opinion, but a few posts back I mentioned that sometimes I just want to write to get it off my chest, and not necessarily to be heard or responded to. This is one of those posts. Because I don't really have the time or desire to start a second blog, posts like these will just be made public, but with commenting off. Thanks* As far back as I can remember, I have dreamed of my wedding. Though my vision has changed over the years, I still dream about it. I have nearly every single detail planned out in my head. Literally. The only problem? I need a man in order for that wedding to take place. But not just any man. The man I can see myself spending the rest of my life with. The father of my children. The one that makes me a better person. Does that man exist? Possibly. I've had a dream where I'm walking down the aisle and can the see face of the man I'm about to mar...