Love bears up under anything and everything that comes, is ever ready to believe the best of every person, its hopes are fadeless under all circumstances, and it endures everything, without weakening.
Love never fails, never fades out or becomes obsolete or comes to an end.
The greatest gift she wished for was to somehow stay in his life, whatever the capacity. Maybe that is too great a request, too great a gift, one I most assuredly don't deserve, she admitted. And there was another she had wanted to stay connected to in her release and that had given way to the venom and the toxicity that had invaded her blissful solitude.
Yet, stubbornly, she deemed to wish in spite of everyone.
Sometimes there is a surprising third act twist and she could get what others were convinced was impossible.
Her mountains were tossed in the sea.
So with the loving hope of a child, she believes in the impossible. She looks forward to the letter she'll receive from him, the unexpected phone call, the invitation to meet and walk and talk and see the face of the one she missed.
Faith is the hope in things not yet seen. And so she waits with patience and composure, in all things, the things that may or may not be. But still, hope!
She had seen the hateful moved to love, the sick receive healing, her mourning transformed to joyful dancing.
Her miracles had only just begun.
And no one, not a single blessed one could touch that.
Nothing separated her from His love and all He had in store for her.
And always she would write. And tell him she is so happy and she loves unabashedly and the silences may stifle but always she hears his heart.
She hears what is true.
And she, him.
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