#43 - THE FLOWER

Her beauty makes the moon jealous, for her soul shines bright enough to turn night into day. When I saw the compassion, the kindness, the piety... It was as if something sparked inside of me. Something dormant which had awakened in a time of necessity. The tinder of my soul had been lit by her light. The desire to protect, to care, to love... 

It was as if I had wandered in the plains and came across a little flower of which I admired the beauty of. She's not perfect, but that makes her more amazing. That despite all the dirt surrounding her, and the follies of creation, she stood up straight with all her strength, giving the world a beautiful gift, her presence.

I could just sit there and gaze, my love for the beauty had given me a new desire, a new will. To protect her from being stepped on, to give her water so that she could grow lively, all so I could pet her little petals with my finger.

It feels... Almost wrong how obsessed I am. Like it's for nothing, it'll only make my heart shatter in a matter of time. But I want to keep dreaming. Of a better future. With her. 

I was never like this before. I didn't put any effort into making this happen. It felt like chance that this happened. But there was a reason it happened. I just can't see it. God knows best. He wanted this to happen. In our world, made by God...

NIHIL EST SINE RATIONE