It’s been a month since we started hanging. I knew I was attracted but had no idea God could use that attraction. I had no idea you would be a safe haven. A place of restoration. There are so many things I marvel at: the treatment of respect, the understanding of my value, the seeing of my true self.
For so long I knew I longed for love. As women we long for love. But what I’m learning in this season is that I also long for respect. I believe we have a deep seated longing to be pursued in such a way that causes a man to rise to the high standard our Father has set. But it’s only high because we are royalty. And it’s only high to those who are not.
I learned how to play the game. He made his move and I made mine. Check mate. It took everything I had but I sent the text, forfeited the date, knowing he was a fool.
But then you were there. Again. And when you speak I know it’s sincere. I know your words are true. And I think fondly of our budding friendship.
“You are my gift,” you say. And I don’t tell you, but I feel the same.