This month was supposed to be "our" month. "The boy" and mine. Our birthdays, Valentines Day, the "you'll start to see the person by the three months" thing; this month has been hard, instead.

I started to realize that I am someone of value, and ought to be valued. Then I started to learn that whatever will happen, it will happen, and I just have to trust God that it is for the better.

I am trying to handle things gracefully, patiently, gently. It's the most I can do. If I am, only someone he can learn from, it's fine; in addition, I'm learning as well. However, it is not easy. I know the right person will come along, as long as I stay true and connected, honest and kind, and strong and willing.

Ha, my mother asked if I were serious with him. I told her I don't want to be, because it almost sounds like I am being married to him. I just want to take things one day at a time. I don't want to rush or get my hopes up. I just want to grow through the journey with guidance, reason, and wisdom.