Imagine there's a guy that's really into you. He writes long, beautiful, heartfelt letters expressing his love for you, and texts you constantly to see how your day is going. You never answer them, except if one is especially eloquent, then you reply, "I like your writing style."
Every once in a while, you have a really hard day, and you sob on the phone to him at 3am, and he drives down and sits with you and dries your tears. You thank him as you fall asleep on his shoulder, and he tucks you into bed. You don't acknowledge him the next day, not even to look his direction.
Sometimes he makes suggestions that you know are right and will help you in the long run, but you yell and slam doors in his face even though he voiced his concerns with love and compassion.
You are the world's biggest jerk to him, snubbing all his affections and advances, only acknowledging his existence when it's of some benefit to you.
Even through all this, he loves you.
Passionately, unrelentingly, he loves you.
He pursues you, and continues to, even through your rejection, because you once told him you loved him too, passionately and unrelentingly.
But the weight of the world came between you and him. Little things, really, that piled up to bigger and bigger things, until there was a wall between you and him, and sometimes, you forget that he stands patiently, just beyond the wall, waiting for you to walk around.
He waits, on one knee, ring in hand, those four words perched on his lips. You need only to walk around the wall and walk into the arms of the one you once loved, that you let go of, who has loved you our entire life, who loves you more than life itself. Even your blatant rejection and abandonment has not deterred this relentless, passionate love.
He waits, for you and only you, because you are his love, his bride. He delight in you, rejoices in you, and dances over you with song. He paints paintings, composes symphonies and writes poems about you. Were you to even acknowledge him, and show a smidgen of appreciation for all he had done for you, the universe itself would sing with his ecstasy. Nothing has stopped him from loving you, not time or distance or pride or ego or dignity or judgment or rejection or abandonment.
He has nothing left to lose, and you have worlds to gain.
What is stopping you?
Every once in a while, you have a really hard day, and you sob on the phone to him at 3am, and he drives down and sits with you and dries your tears. You thank him as you fall asleep on his shoulder, and he tucks you into bed. You don't acknowledge him the next day, not even to look his direction.
Sometimes he makes suggestions that you know are right and will help you in the long run, but you yell and slam doors in his face even though he voiced his concerns with love and compassion.
You are the world's biggest jerk to him, snubbing all his affections and advances, only acknowledging his existence when it's of some benefit to you.
Even through all this, he loves you.
Passionately, unrelentingly, he loves you.
He pursues you, and continues to, even through your rejection, because you once told him you loved him too, passionately and unrelentingly.
But the weight of the world came between you and him. Little things, really, that piled up to bigger and bigger things, until there was a wall between you and him, and sometimes, you forget that he stands patiently, just beyond the wall, waiting for you to walk around.
He waits, on one knee, ring in hand, those four words perched on his lips. You need only to walk around the wall and walk into the arms of the one you once loved, that you let go of, who has loved you our entire life, who loves you more than life itself. Even your blatant rejection and abandonment has not deterred this relentless, passionate love.
He waits, for you and only you, because you are his love, his bride. He delight in you, rejoices in you, and dances over you with song. He paints paintings, composes symphonies and writes poems about you. Were you to even acknowledge him, and show a smidgen of appreciation for all he had done for you, the universe itself would sing with his ecstasy. Nothing has stopped him from loving you, not time or distance or pride or ego or dignity or judgment or rejection or abandonment.
He has nothing left to lose, and you have worlds to gain.
What is stopping you?
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