She wants nothing more than to know that she will fall in love-- that she will experience love the way love is meant to be experienced. She longs to know in her heart that every detail of her life will be absorbed: not in herself, but in One who is beyond her. One who will make her heart move with purpose and joy, and who will awaken the shy tide down in her soul... the tide that so longs to crash and roll without ceasing.
She longs to step outside of herself and to give herself. She desires nothing more than to be needed and held, to be loved unconditionally and unshakably. She wants to lay her head upon the chest of goodness and purity, to memorize the rhythm of the heartbeat therein, and to fall asleep in healing myrrh.
She aches for purity. For simplicity. For trust. She wants to be as lovely as the snow that falls without a sound. She yearns to be caught upon warm palms that will transform her fears into beads of clean water, embracing and absorbing her very essence.
She wants to complete and be completed. She wants to bleed every drop of her own blood, willingly, for another. She wants to pour every little bit of her being into another, she wants to be pulled into glorious imprisonment... surrounded on all sides by love.
Yours Affectionately,
Gabriella
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