"I was the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition."
Would you behold my soul, shattered and broken beyond recognition, and still find me beautiful? Would find me fallen from grace, despite your best hopes and worst fears, and yet still not hesitate to fall yourself? To follow me into the dark, the blood and the misery, because you believe that I belong in the light. That despite the stains I can never wash out, that I still still deserve to be saved. Would you painstakingly piece me back together? Marvel at the jagged edges of my tattered spirit. Smooth over the sharp lines of my rage and fear and in each cut I leave behind, each drop of blood I spill, find the proof of my humanity. The proof that I am someone worthy of change. The proof that I am someone worth changing for.
Because good things do happen. And you are so, so good.













