It's Really Not The Same.

I love this boy.
Go on and give me the "Whatever"s in the world. Lay all those "It's just puppy love"s on me.
You are so so wrong this time. I'm in the sort of position where I can tell you that I will be patient, kind...this will not boast or rejoice in wrongs or impurities. This isn't going to end, this will endure all the trials of the world...it's gonna stand the test of time.

Every night, just before I drift off to sleep, I remember him and I ask that my Savior show me a way to show him the source of this kind of love. I want this boy to be a part of my eternity just as much as Jesus. It doesn't have to be about falling in love, getting married, or having babies. I just see something in this boy that I don't see in everyone. I look straight through the piercing clarity of his baby blue eyes...through his imperfections as well as every gorgeous physical detail that draws me in. I see a sinner, yes. But my focus is not on his rocky past, nor the rumors I hear; the words of malicious gossip everyone speaks. I feel the words he spoke moving through me; "I gave my parents a hard time, but I'm trying so hard to clean up. I want to change."
I see his face when I close my eyes in prayer. I hear my own voice ringing, "Use me, Lord. Use me."
I can tell you in 100% honesty that whether or not he is my boyfriend no longer matters to me. All I ask is for the opportunity to give him forever in heaven.