I don’t recall the first time I met You.
I don’t recall the first time I left You either.
Yet, between the ins and outs and the back and forth indecisiveness, I always knew I would run back to You at some point.
And that night, with swollen eyelids and drowned hopes for a picture perfect future, I officially surrendered myself to You.
No more going back and forth– knowing I want You then forgetting that just as fast.
Your love ran red.
I accepted Your life instead of fighting against it.
In Your presence, I found the most comforting peace.
(I still love you God.)