Grace... Unending.
Comfort unceasing.
This is a love story. To my King.
My Lord. My Savior. My Valentine.
My #1.
Nothing and no one comes close to you.
For this forgiveness.
You are my Lord and I will praise you with every breath in my lungs and beyond.
I didn't think I'd ever write about you, again. After the way things ended, my love turned into hate. The heart that I had to soften...
Footsteps. https://www.instagram.com/p/DFmwSVGOX8Y/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link Indicators. Paths tread. I used to believe I was alone...
For the longest time, I only knew what I didn't want. Wanting something implied a sense of ownership. I wanted the worst because that is...
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