Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God
You can never have a surfeit of love. Love is (supposed to be) unconditional, an act of forgiveness without justification and an expression more meaningful than mere words. One of the most perplexing concepts to grasp, love is simply fascinating.
Sometimes your glib responses meant the world to me. Never did I impugn your decisions. The imbroglios you put me through, the tribulations were worthier than a diamond ring I never purchased. I didn’t propose, maybe I should have. No regrets–my mentors were right–timing is everything.
Were you marriage material? Ya.
Absolutely. Were you my Joe Montana? I’m not sure. Your impact on my life still rings today.
Do you care? I bet $1 million that you don’t.
That’s why I am thankful for you. Your father loathed me. Your mother, condemning as she was, thought I was a clown. I owe them more gratitude. Their resentment towards me only bolstered my personality, self-awareness. They were implacable, that sparked my motivation.
I’m more grateful for your parents. You went out to explore the world and returned with scarred hands and bruised heart.
I still remember the night that you matured. You came over to seek reconciliation, two years after the mess, with a case of Budweiser and left my apartment with your life changed. I won’t reveal to the public what happened, that’s between us, but you know what?
You broke my heart twice–not once–and drew me closer to God.