Letter to my almost

To my dear friend

If I met you I wouldn't have the courage to greet you. I have judged you without saying a word but you'd have already known that because my eyes don't hide. To be seen with you would make me edgy but you would feel too ashamed to face me too.
I will try to smile and hide my pride but you still hear the sigh as I walk past. Forgive Me.

A story of me and you we all know by we that's me and you. My friend I'm not worthy of your friendship since I've made me too high for your standards and again it would be awkward for both of us.

But there is this man I've come to know, and No he isn't like that friend of mine who talked you away from us. He is this man that cared before you were born b4 your bones were formed in your mothers womb. And again No he isn't that uncle or father, who abused you behind your mothers eyes - I still remember.

He cares and by "care" he wont "help" you out of a bar drunk just to "help" himself. He will wipe your tears and give you peace and not wipe your tears as he watches your pieces.

He will give you pride and a profound smile without having to give you a kiss or key. To him you are to be treated as the church something He finds worth dying for, not the church that has pointed fingers and cast eyes every time you walk on by.

If you are sure of it Joshua and James -I also liked the names- are there with Him and if you ask for forgiveness He'll give you peace. Unlike when you told your mother of Joshua in your womb and she told you your father will never forgive. and when you told my friend of the James within you and he told you off worse than he had drawn you close.

To this man you are beautiful every morning for unlike me he sees beyond the flesh where mascara doesn't reach. I will not judge for I'm also not a saint but I'm convicted to tell you He cares.

your dear friend who was just but date