I don’t know there’s any consolation to be had in the fact that there are threats that those I love will neglect to assess.
If these wires are the only thing that connects us than tear the godforsaken things out of me.
No amount of pain, not even death itself, for it holds no weight, will amount to the shame I may face in the eyes of a woman at the altar one day.
I lay in bed weeping with the thought of a wedding performed in simple worship, not as a spectacle for the eyes of men.
Dear bone of my bone, and flesh of my flesh, I am so glad to know those will be more than just words when I can say that we have met. Waiting for you was more than worth the fight, and all the failed attempts. Glory be to God. Amen.