How often we crucify ourselves for our mistakes...
Guilt, regret, disappointment in our selves, self loathing... all these and more are standing on the hill of Golgotha, watching us hang from our cross...
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I can still feel yet repeatedly fail to describe the comfort I felt, when I was there lying down right next to you, our bodies fitting in together, your arm wrapped around my waist, and your soft breath caressing the nape of my neck lulling me to sleep. It is only so embarrassing how easy it is for me to melt in your warmth. So much that when you were standing behind me in the queue, I had to focus all my energy to fight my urge to lean back onto you. I remember when you held my hand, when we had our first dance - I was drunk. I recall being in your room, watching you hide your face beneath the covers, trying to sleep, then walking me off in the morning, talking to me till I reached home.
Agape - because I read once, that only naïve people pluck flowers. Real admirers let them be, allow others to see their beauty as bloom to their fullest. That is the kind of adoration I have for you. There is an undying urge to come close, caress you, inhale you. And even though there's wrapping my arms around you, there is no intention to be trapped or trap you.
Bible defines four kinds of love, and agape is the strongest of them all because it is selfless which expects nothing in return. It only wants to see the other person reach out to everything he deserves and more.