Love is always patient; love is always kind; love is never envious or arrogant with pride. Nor is she conceited.
And I am never patient. I give up on people. I gave up on myself. I am not always kind. I envy, I loathe, and I tend to be too cruel with myself. And yet, there you were. My heart swells knowing you loved me. You’ve been my downfall. And my pride.
and she is never rude; she never thinks just of herself or ever gets annoyed. She never is resentful;
There were times your words cut me, but then I know most of it, you don’t really mean. You’ve been hurt, but never would admit. And I always try to reach that wounded part. I wanted to reach where you broke, and cry rivers of tears if only to wash away the ugliness of it. And pray it be whole, and unbroken. And at that times, I wanted to hate you. Truly hate you. But that’s one thing my heart doesn’t fully grasp. And I can’t bring it to, no matter how I tried.
is never glad with sin; she’s always glad to side with truth, and pleased that truth will win.
I have crossed my barriers, and took down my walls. I have broken my own rules. For you. But when I see you heading for a pitfall, I just couldn’t bear to look and not do anything. I had to jump in. It doesn’t matter if I get burned in your stead. I wanted to be your truth. I wanted you to see mine. And my truth is that you were loved more deeply than you realize. You had been my great love. And I keep hoping Truth would win. And bring you home with it. Safely.
She bears up under everything; believes the best in all; there is no limit to her hope, and never will she fall.
And I had wanted you to realize that there is hope. I’ve had Faith in you. Faith that you would be the great man I’ve always known you are. And even when things crumble, I keep hoping you would see the light and follow it. I don’t want you to believe you are a failure like they say. They failed you. But you are not a failure to me.
Love never fails.
And I’m sorry I have failed you, too. Only because there are Truths I cannot compromise. There is none more I want but to be with you. I wanted to be there for you, with you and travel this road together. I find solace and healing with each lesson we learn, with each truth we uncover. And it brought me so much pain to have failed you. Forgive me, Love. I never mean to. Had never wanted to.
If I have the gift of prophecy and can understand all secrets and every form of knowledge, and if I have absolute faith so as to move mountains but have no love, I am nothing.
And I have seen things, and none had prepared me for the hurt. I’ve had Faith, and yet I have failed. And I feel I am nothing but a shell. And the emptiness echoes within the walls and it deafens me. It scares me.
But Life goes on. It drags me with it. I am powerless, and couldn’t do anything. Except hold on to that fragment of Hope that you would see the Light in the darkness. And I keep asking Faith to speak to you and lead you. And for Love to bring you home.
***(Passages are from I Corinthians 13)***