I can remember the first time I fell in
lust as a young girl. I’m still
embracing the second time as a woman of how we both fell in love. And although these
emotions where years apart. There will always be that one person who sincerely
loves or loved your heart. After another person tears it apart.
I remember our first kiss on the dock. Then I later recalled my
second flight, dinner and candle lights. With no sex involved.
I remember the first time we had sex. Then I later daydreamed
about the man who laid next to me, as I slept to awake the next morning, where
he was watching over me.
I still remember yearning for your patience and tender touch.
But then I remembered the other day who was actually calling my name, yearning
for me to make another landing.
I can remember us talking about what you wanted not what we
needed. Then one day someone shared with me their entire family.
I can remember you always were too busy to answer my calls
unless you were anxiously, needing me to hold. Then one day out of the blue;
another man taught me how and what he needed to hold onto.
Although
this man shared with me the issues of his heart, he still managed to seek his
wants. So God re-directed a plan that was out of my hands.
I doubt that God would make a mistake in our lives. I think
people have to travel down roads until they figure who, where and why. So I can
live with the moment you never had time to believe and pray with me. Because
one day a believer was wondering from a storm and grabbed my hand, to share
with us what either one prayed to have, a beautiful beginning with no ending.
