“Why are you choosing me?” I ask eagerly without reservation. I stare hungrily into his eyes, look for the truth in them. I’ve often heard that the soul goes swimming there. I do not break it, for fear I may miss the truth that I often miss in the pursuit of being loved.
With a matched strength, he stares back into me to say “I am without a choice.” I am taken a back to hear such a response; so eloquent, so absolute and confident. I turn my head to the east to catch the breeze, to level my head. I turn back as swiftly as I have turned away.
“What?” I ask, sure that I have not heard him correctly, positive that I have romanticized his words with an emotional dyslexia, that I have switched what he has really said.
“I am without a choice. Every moment I have known has carved this moment into my oncoming reality. The light & spirit within us has been pulling us together. I saw a light in you that obliterated the darkness. I need that light.”
Someone needs me I think to myself, feeling my heart palpitate as I try to regain my footing beneath his admission.
“God made you for me” he continues, “you are the blessing that he promised would run up and over take me.”
I am crying now. He has loved me with a passage from Deuteronomy 28. Whoever thought a woman could be so swept off her feet by scripture outside of the books of Psalms and Proverbs?
This is not for the understanding of others; it is not for their approval. I have always followed my heart from one port to the next. I will continue to do so, only departing once love no longer resides there.