by xi_le on 05/8/2015

I seek solace.

That pain, thought good riddance, returned. That familiar pain which literally tears me apart inside. Nostalgic.

The one who brought me out of the ditch threw me back in, like them.

We are all made in the image of God and hence no one is really Him. No one will love like He does. We all love with prerequisites, requirements and personal agendas.

I should learn to love better.


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