a new perspective.

I don’t know if I like you. I thought I did. Your description as a hopeless romantic and your wonderfully obsessive book collection mingled in with the low notes of your voice and your strikingly dark hair. Your sense of humor was entertaining and your romanticism overwhelming. And I thought, here is a lover.

But you are bitter. So bitter. And I’m not saying it’s unjustified, I cannot judge its justification. But just being around that hurts me. Viciously self-centered and painfully unloving at times. Your scales are heavily weighted and set high and that pedestal even higher. I pity the poor child you will place up there. Perhaps its just something I don’t understand about you, but I could feel you sacrificing people for purity, for an exaggerated sense of honor…if that really makes sense so out of context.

I like to think I get along well with many and judge few…but your words rub the wrong way, and I’m getting raw. I suppose what I’m saying is that once I loved to be around you…and now I have to force myself to be civil.

Lord, I pray for Your love overflowing through me. I pray for patience, acceptance and understanding towards others. Please don't allow me to become embittered. Please.