My Cross Love.
To love someone which such eagerness and galvanization. Having the protection of unharmed trust. His body as a temple to you a sanctuary, but not to praise , yet to cherish , to commit , to love , to evolve with.
So much Intensity, Admiration through the stars , it’s crazy because I feel like I seen you in Mr. Smith class , smiling and joking around.
The butterflies you brought me in high school are the same ones I’m feeling now , in college starting fresh again , growth through the roof, never better changing for the better. The production of growth through out our most recent experiences brought us back to when I felt I no longer had hope.
Lots of trial and error , we both had our parts. I’m not at all upset first is first.
The day my mom made me accept that letter to Indiana showed us that you can’t wait around hoping for an opportunity to appear you have to take it .
It taught us to cherish , create an experience , to love harder than usual because either of us can leave any day. To love out of the Galaxy .
We cried together you would never show me emotion , and WE CEIED TOGETHER.
With so much hurt we worked through it and stayed positive because we had faith although patience was tested didn’t we make it?
I don’t care at all for materialistic gibberish, love , LOVE is kind and accommodated with the separation of Lust.
You are my Cross Love. My Direction . My Accommodation. My Bestfriend. My only friend . My lover . My Protector . We Commit .
They say it’s only real if it comes back. I prayed for direction , growth , security , Love, and he brought me you. Didn’t you come back?
My Cross Love.
