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Love...

Dear You,
Although I didn't know you, the first time I saw you, I knew there was something unique about you. Something seriously special. Not only the first time, but several times afterwards. When it was brought to my attention you could possibly be a potential partner for me, I laughed & without a word walked away. 
Then there goes my first encounter with you. I still remember the joy I felt... No butterflies, no strong heart flutters, but a simple giggly feeling internally. It was a feeling I was familiar with but one I hadn't felt in such a long time. After the first full day of conversation, I knew it was something I wanted more of. Again I thought, there is something special about you.
As time went on... boy as time went on... lord I'm laughing now as I think about as time went on... If one didn't know it, they would probably think we were some old married couple who had this weird connection but could NOT stand each other... My god.
I began to think, how in the world did things turn so sour so quickly. And the. outside connections we have makes it even more weird. I thought, there's more to this than what's on the surface level. It's more to this than what either of us could see. 
You met me in my recovery stage. I was broken in many areas, yet strong in many areas. The area that stood out most was that area I was most afraid of presenting to God. I knew I wanted love in my life, but I never knew what the hold up was. Oh but boy oh boy were you the thorn in my side. The thorn in my side that wouldn't let up. The thorn in my side that Many times I should have, yet couldn't walk away from. You saw it as weak. I saw it as an invisible magnet. The intent of us coming together had not been completed. Although I'm not a fan of pain, I would rather hurt now in this place & break it for good than find myself later still dealing with this same issue.
You broke me & yes you hurt me. You broke me in all the right places up until this point. You broke my pride. You challenge(d) my insecurities. You pushed me to love. You showed me that I can love. That's something I placed on the shelf long ago. Daily you make me look past myself & look at a brighter picture. You make me giggle like a little piglet & yes you make me mad as hell too. You show me that giving up is not an option. You show me that just because the chapter ends, doesn't mean it's the end of the story.
You, who are beautiful in all of your ways made me become a better me. You were sent as a light to shine onto my darkened soul. I've made many accomplishments in life, but those strives without love meant nothing to me. I wanted to be selfish & oh so greedy & keep you to myself. That's another wall to overcome within itself. So, although I thought losing you meant I lost another one, I think differently now.  I must say, if I never interacted with you again, you've already given me the greatest piece of you. 
Love is what I call you. Love is what I choose to call you. Love is what you are. I'm not even sure if you know it or not, but it's true. Your eyes, your smile & your heart will forever stay in a special corridor of my heart & memory.
So Love, I thank you for you. For your presence. For not walking away. I thank you for listening to that voice within & being true to whose you are & your calling. You are strength. Even in your weakness you are strength. Love, you are powerful. Your strength & courage has made me strong. Your Love has allowed me to open my heart again to the greatest Lover of all. It feels so good to be back in His arms. A place I never want to leave again.

Thank you for reading. My prayer is that it touched you as it touched me! Please feel free to share this post or share an inspiring word! Remember you are the only you there is, so be good to YOU!

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