As the day came to an end, a cold caress chilled my body, my soul, my heart. It was good! It was the last piece of the puzzle I'd been building. A request to continue my battle towards love, or at least what I hope it will become. The feeling was not triggered; it was received, thus it was sent, being that that is the only way to receive it. It was a mere glance that carried an entire love-describing monologue. Yes! This is my precedent for future decisions and a justification for any unwanted retort. Only now I must hope. I must hope it comes well, hope to find what I'm looking for, hope for a well consent! "So help me, God."
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