Alright. I’m done. Where is he? You know . . . the one You’re supposed to be stitching for me. Where is he? I’ve been patiently waiting for this dude. And while waiting, I’ve been diligently dating myself. I’ve been pampering myself and taking myself out and falling in love with myself. I’ve been reading and working and fixing up my house and bonding with myself. I’ve been watching movies and TV shows I like and wearing my hair the way I like and going places that I like to visit with friends that I like. I’ve been cooking and eating what I like and only washing the dishes and cleaning my house when I like. I wear what I like and go to the church I like when I feel like going with whoever I want to go with. So what’s up? Where is he?
This me, myself and I bit is getting tired. It’s dragging on way too long. What’s up with this? I thought You didn’t make us to be alone? Maybe You meant You want me to fellowship with You and not others? Maybe You want me all to Yourself? Nah. That’s not You.
I dunno but whatever Your deal is . . . this right here . . . this mateless dry spell You have me in . . . this lack of companionship devoid of hand holding and late night snuggles and endless hugs and two hour phone conversations and long romantic drives . . . this sucks. But You know what I notice? The longer You take, the less interested I am in any romantic anything with anyone. See what You’re doing? That’ll be Your fault, not mine. Are YOU ready for that fallout?
Well, I only hope You DO know what You’re doing because when You’ve finished stitching the one for me, and he’s all sewn up and packaged in a nice, neat gift wrapped box, I may not be interested. You never know . . . I may be too in love with myself by then to even consider getting involved with anyone. After this ridiculously long wait, I may not even want who You stitched for me anymore. Heck I may not even recognize the one You picked out for me. I may be so set in my ways and so used to my freedom that I may just pass right by him. Or maybe the one You stitched for me won’t be up to par in my book cause You know all that alone time You’ve given me while I’ve been waiting? Well . . . I sorta came to conclusion that I can’t just fall for any ole dude. My standards have sorta elevated during my involuntary, non-self imposed hiatus from all things romantic. Only the best will do.
On second thought . . . maybe You sorta DO know who I need. Maybe I WILL meet the one You’re stitching for me. Maybe my involuntary, non-self imposed hiatus from all things romantic was for my benefit. Maybe my growth during this time made me love myself so much that I’d rather NOT settle for anyone but the one You stitched for me. Maybe the one You stitched for me is waiting on the one You’re stitching for him. Maybe You’re making me into the perfect gift wrapped present for the one You’re making for me. Maybe it goes both ways huh?
Well, whoever my future love interest is, just make sure You highlight him with neon glow in the dark lights or fireworks or a great big arrow that reads “THIS IS HIM. I STITCHED HIM FOR YOU” or else I might just breeze on by.
