My favorite jacket smells like Nate.. and I don't really mind.

Oh boy, me and the code names.

So yesterday was declared Megan Day, because it was so wonderful! (: First off, I had my vocal lesson at 7, and that went spectacularly . . . my vocal teacher is going to help me record my Gran's favorite hymn for her (long story, I'll explain later).

And then I went shopping with my sisters, to WalMart, and then Target.

BOOM >>> surprise numero dos. (;

I ran into "Nate", a friend of mine who I haven't seen since Summer Camp at my church last summer. It was really really nice seeing him again . . . I mean, REALLY nice. You know when you think about someone often who you haven't seen in forever, and then there's that serendipitous moment when you actually DO see them, and you're all "OMIGOSH, I missed you!!", but you don't really realize it until after the fact?

That about describes Nate.

And the title is sort of funny, but it came from riiight here ---> <3.

I hope that it's not that long till I see him again. And who can blame me? Cause the truth is . . .

. . . he still makes me wish I had said or done something to keep him around longer. I guess that makes him my boy of summer.

Oh GEEZ.

There's no hope for me.

M

"Alex"

Have you ever wanted beyond anything you can explain to say something to someone? What if that someone was a person you had never formally met before? And what if you'd give anything to save that person?

That's how I feel about "Alex".

I have no idea why I feel that way about him. I just feel this desperateness when I think of the state of his soul. People like him don't deserve Hell ... they just DON'T. People like him need a chance to save themselves from a terrible, cruel fate. It's frustrating, though, to see him, know where he is headed, and not be able to do anything about it. It keeps me awake at night. Literally. I am up praying and crying out for him nearly every night. I have NEVER been this desperately hopeful for a person's salvation before. It's weird. I feel like I'm missing something, like there's a good reason for this insanity I'm putting myself through. Does any of this make sense? It doesn't really make any to me.

I've written songs. I've cried. I've prayed.
Now it's your turn, Alex.
Please don't neglect what's chasing after you every day. It DOES affect you. It SHOULD affect you. And there's no one and nothing that can get in between you and God ... so don't be afraid. I think I get it a bit ... there's a lot of people who would be disappointed in you. Like, for example, everyone who supports what you believe in now so firmly. A family tree doesn't make you who you are. Anyone could get past that. And what a victory that would truly be!

Help me out. Don't give up. And you'll probably never read this, but I love you like I already know you. And if you don't ever give up, or give in, and never surrender, then someday, I WILL get to meet you.

I'll never stop praying for you.

I love you,

M