the cure for wild rose fobia

I was scared of the wild roses because they remind me of a man I loved and lost.

I broke his heart by being the kind of idiot only a Christian can be. Looking back I can see why God kept telling me to shut my big mouth and get started just loving. But being a devoted Christian I was too busy giving my answers and quoting my books to be capable of listening to what God was saying. I am sorry I failed you the first time, God, when you gave me the love of my life and I tried to make him somebody he wasn't. Even though you told me he was just fine.

And the wild roses came. More beautiful then ever. And so did my love. More beautiful than ever... =)

I have a million words to say. None of them would do. Some things are best experienced. Some things are known only to the heart but not the mind. I know something deep, deep, deep but I can't find the words to it. The closest I can come is that I know I love...

For those who know me well but haven't got it yet... David's back in my life.