The One behind me.
The One I am standing against.
Is radiating the brightest light behind me.
It creates the scariest shadow in front of me.
I stood still in fear, sobbing.
I know I just need to turn around.
He is just behind me.
The One I would never be able to see if I didnt try to see.
The One I would never be able to feel if I didn't try to feel.
The One who would do anything it takes to make me turn around to HIM.
I stood still in fear, crying.
I know I have to love HIM.
But I don't love HIM.
He is the Most-Loving.
He is the best one could ever have in life.
He is the answer.
But HIS love language is totally different to me.
I stood still in fear, shaking.
I am scared to love HIM.
The One behind me is the Most Powerful.
I was forced to give up on love.
I was forced to give up on warm hugs and embraces.
I was forced to accept that what I want is not the best for me.
I was forced to bow down to fate,
I was at my lowest point in life, broken, shattered, wounded and unwanted.
Tears fall down my cheeks unceasingly.
Defeated, I finally turned around,
I whispered weakly, ''我认命...'
And He was there,
Almightyly.
Closer to me than before.
Asking me to try loving Him.
Thats the starts of Our Another Love Story
