My White Suit At the End of My Aisle

I meet my white suit at the end of my aisle in September 2006. I didn’t know that is who he was at the time. We became friends and he became a friend that became my rock and my comforter. He was there for me through the death of my mom and through the roughest breakup of my life. He understood me and never once did he tell me he wanted to be the white suit for me. Through my journey there were many detours and closed roads and people giving me the wrong directions and I kept getting lost. One weekend I took a trip and I walk out a house when I walk outside I look into the face of my white suit at the end of my aisle. From the first hug and the first time in his arms I knew he was my white suit at the end of my isle. That weekend changed the direction of my whole life. Every moment after that weekend made sense to me and I was finally happy and whole. I had found my missing puzzle

piece to my life. I found the man that was missing me from his rib. I start on my journey to my white suit and on my way instead of trusting my GPS , I decided to ask people for directions on the side of the highway. My white suit at the end of my isle gave me the directions and he told me to write them down and remember them but I misplaced the paper I wrote them on. The people that gave me directions got me lost and my white suit believed I wasn’t going to show up and got angry because I didn’t go by the directions I was given. When I found the directions again after getting lost and I made it to my destination my white suit was there but now there was closed doors, detours, closed roads and the doors open sometimes and he lets me in and sometimes the highway opens and it looks like we have the same address to get there but my white suit at the end of my aisle GPS starts to tell him Re-Calculating , take the next legal U-turn. When he is coming in the right direction then his road say detour and it takes him in a different direction. I still have the same address but I had to learn to slow down and wait for my white suit to make it mile marker that I am waiting at for him. One day we will be on the same road heading back to the same address and I will be with my white suit at the end of my aisle for the rest of my life. I love him with all my heart without him in my life it is hard for me to breathe. I miss him when I don’t talk to him and if I go a week without seeing him my week seems likes it gets longer. Every time he touches me I know without a doubt he is my white suit at the end of my aisle. I want to tell scream to the whole world that I love him so much and I never want to live another second of my life without him but for him it is not time yet because he is now on the back roads and trying to navigate through this thing called life without his GPS and find his destination. He wants to do it without my help and find his own way and I have to respect that because he has to show up in the white suit at the end of aisle when he finds his way and not because that is where I want him to be.