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THE question game

So. Two years ago, during thanksgiving break, I was texting this cute guy. And we played THE question game. As in the same game from that Sarah Dessen novel, but I'm pretty sure Sarah Dessen doesn't have ownership over said game. It's quite simple to play. You just ask questions, and then answer them. They can be as ridiculous or crazy as you want. I've played this game with quite a few people, but it was never as fun as it was with Sammy. We played all Thanksgiving break, and it was great.

Well, not when I asked him why he liked this other girl. Cause he told me she was different and had her own kind of beauty and bla bla bla. I remember thinking to myself, well, people don't get much different than me. Don't worry, Sammy eventually came around ;)

Case in point. This is my church outfit. I have never been afraid to mix patterns. And oh my goodness, you should really get sweater tights. They're my new favorite thing. They're tights but they feel like socks!

That was the funnest time I ever played the question game. The sad thing is, we've played it so many times, we've sort of ran out of questions to ask. The positive is, we're pretty great communicators. Except for the fact I didn't know he wore a retainer until we'd been dating for a year. Or how he got a new lamp last month. It astounds me that one would forget to tell their best friend they got a new lamp? 
That's life changing stuff right there! Haha!

I love him. :) He takes me on sweet breakfast dates before work to cheer me up.


Today, I decided to go to the family ward and I'm so glad that I did. In church a woman spoke and as she was introducing herself I was like. Oh. My. Goodness. She's lived through my life! AND SHE MADE IT! I went and talked to her right after and we chatted for a bit. I had goosebumps the whole time we spoke because she's been through the exact same thing I'm going through. So much so, that it deserves a bullet list. 
  • She met and started dating her husband in high school
  • He grew up in a very strong Catholic family
  • He started investigating
  • He told parents he wanted to join the church, they told him he'd have to move out if he did so
  • He didn't want to leave his family. 

Guess how the story ends? After about two years of dating, her husband finally decided that joining the church was worth all the other things, and he did. They dated for another year and then they were married in the temple. 

GUESS WHO'S BEEN DATING HER MAN ALMOST TWO YEARS!?!? 
GUESS WHO WANTS TO GO TO THE TEMPLE WITH HIM?!?!

That would be me. I know this was her story, and that I have my own and Sammy has his own. I don't know where it's going to take me/us. But it's going to work out. We'll get there. It was such a relief to know that SOMEONE out there has gone through what I am, almost to a t. Feeling pretty pumped over here. 

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