To Really Love A Woman

Well, it happened tonight. I sent her an e-mail and said how I needed her to be Catholic, or I couldn't marry her. Talking late tonight, it came up. And she said that, time may prove otherwise, but she didn't think she could ever be Catholic. She loved me, and didn't mind that I wanted Catholic kids, but if it was a problem, she wanted out.

And so I told her - it would kill me to end it now. If that was the only problem we had, I didn't want it to ever be over. It tears me up that I'll have to make a decision - it may well disappoint my parents if I marry a non-Catholic girl, but I love her. She may convert, but if not she said she'd be willing to raise our children Catholic, and that's good enough. Our children - it's almost too beautiful to say.

She said she didn't deserve me - she wanted me but didn't deserve me. It's little things like that which comfort me, let me know she really does care. I can't say anything else, I love her. I want this to work.

Spring Break, Part One

So, Right. My Spring Break.
That's the reason I've been disturbingly abscent from the Internet for the past week (for the most part, anyways). So, I'm now going to try and make up for an entire week of posts, and let you all in on what I've been doing. I'll warn you now, it'll be long. So Just Sit Back, Relax, and ( Enjoy. )

Spring Break, Part Two

Mighty Make-Up Post Action!
( GO! )