So far I've endeavored to do nothing but befriend a girl; So far she has done nothing but hate me. I have conveyed my heart both explicitly and implicitly. I have conveyed it with a name and without a name. I have displayed my feelings in all ways possible that have occurred to me, with varying levels of sophistication and confidence each time. Albeit the most humble outpouring, she refuses them all. She sees a string of words from either my tongue or my fingers as a threatening rope, and she must loathe it, not because they are strung for damage, but because they are strung by the one she loathes. Length to her is only a measure of how much to hate me, or how little to care. Depth to her is the immoral fervor of a stalker. These do not represent me, but this is how she sees me. Is it because of how I see her? It cannot be, because I love her. She knows I love her. Therefore the cause for this becomes clear. The void is clear because there is nothing in it. Likewise, the cause is clear because it holds no substance.
"For God has not given us the spirit of fear, but of love, and of power, and of a sound mind." - 2 Timothy 1:7
[This message has been edited by LoveAbounds (03-05-2010 10:30 PM).]