Yesterday was a trying day. Nothing went right. I was depressed, bitter, closed-off. I felt so lonely without hope and so desperate without vision (yeah, David Crowder fans). Everyone was making me mad and I knew I wouldn't be able to keep being loving - ah, love, an action, not a feeling! - and I just said, "God, I can't do any of this anymore. I'm exhausted. I'm worn out. Please, just touch me, just whisper..." Then, in a "still, small voice" whispered into my ears:
"I love you."
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