KianaMalia19
Your love, your whispers of goodness, your blessings, your laughter, your touch, the look you have when you see me. The sound you have in your voice when you tell me. My heart and the ability to trust you even though you say things that hurt, even though you say things that make me uneasy. It's all proof. That I'm in love with you.
I can see it happening in the cracks that begin to give and fall away. My view is fractured, it's skewed, it's imperfect. My ways of living are fractured. My life is fractured. But someway, somehow you fill in the cracks. You mend the break. You heal.
What's haunting is that I loved him before I knew him. This man who did everything for me, before I knew him. This man who endured more than I ever could to be what he is to me, a savior, a friend, a confidant. This man who's beauty is more than a name and a task. This man name Jesus. That is what's haunting a love like Jesus' love for me.
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