Once upon a time (back in '09) I would say a prayer every single night before I would go to bed (that was back when I still said my prayers like a good religious daughter) and every night I prayed for the same thing. I prayed that I would meet my future husband around Christmas that year and I wouldn't fall for him immediately, like I do with a lot of the guys I've liked, but instead, we would just be friends for a while. And after a while we could grow closer and realize that we didn't just love each other as friends anymore, but that we shared a love that was greater than friendship.
It was nearing Christmas and I still hadn't met anybody new. But then, as I was giving up hope that I would meet him that year, my brother came home from the Army and brought his buddy with him. I came home December 26th from staying with my sister in Iowa and I met my brother's friend. He was cute. He was nice. He had an amazing voice and a Texas accent. And he had a nice ass.
And I figured my sister, Paula, had already laid claims to him. He was a few months older than her and she seemed to like him a lot. She went to the store with him. She even got his number. All the while, I stood back and teased her about him. I told her she should go out with him and listed off the things they had in common.
He was so cute, but I didn't even think about my prayers until sometime later and I remembered how I used to pray to meet a guy either on Christmas or around it.
My brother, Tim, came home again for the New Year on leave and brought the guy with him again. And after they left again a couple of days later, I never saw Tim's friend again. But Paula gave me his number so I could text him too. I did. He even called me one night when he was partying with some friends. He asked me how I was doing and tried to get me to promise him that I wouldn't join the Air Force like I'd dreamed of doing because he didn't want to see me end up like him--being miserable and drinking too much. I couldn't promise him anything and I didn't say much at all because I'm a shy girl and don't say much anyway. But I liked listening to his voice for the few minutes that we talked.
I haven't talked to him in a while now. Last time we talked was a while ago. I think about him sometimes and wonder how he's doing. He was shipped overseas back in January I think it was. I don't know if he's back now or what. I haven't seen him on Facebook lately. I might message him just to see how he is.
I mentioned to Paula, after a while, about my prayers and then meeting him. I told her I wondered if maybe it meant something or was just a coincidence. She said it was possible. I told a friend about it to and she said God probably brought him into my life for a reason but not as my future husband. I still wonder sometimes . . . I know, I'm not one of God's biggest fans right now, but I can't help but wonder. What if this guy really is the one? I'm sure he's not, but you never know. That would be a weird coincidence.
Talking to Tim, I discovered that Nix, that's the guy's name, talked about me before. He told Tim I'm the type of girl that someone would marry. I think that's odd for him to say something like that, but it brought up the question in my mind again, what if he's the one? I told Tim that was weird for him to say and asked why he would say that. Tim just told me to ask Nix about it. I doubt he would even remember saying that. Or even remember me.
In my prayers I even listed specific things about this guy so I would know he's the one. He would wear a ball cap and cowboy boots. Nix wore a ball cap and cowboy boots. That made me wonder even more. Could it be just a coincidence? Or do coincidences even exist?
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