And I found it. In her. For over 10 years I searched. And cried. And pleaded. “What am I d
And I found it. In her. For over 10 years I searched. And cried. And pleaded. “What am I doing wrong?” “Everything,” my mind would say. And the tears fell. And the pain came again. And I slept. And it was gone. Night after night. Same story, different page. Until I found her. And she said the words I had long since thought would never be said. “Can I be your best friend?” And the tears fell. And the pain never came. And as I wept, the pain was gone. ——— I can’t express how much those words meant to me. Somehow I had never considered that my love could be my best friend. An idea lost in the types of relationships I had in the past, I’m sure. I’m constantly in awe of my kitten. She is a dream come to life. She once asked me, “Is our love real?” I smiled, and told her a story. Are you familiar with the meaning of the word “holy?” “What?” Translated literally, the word “מוּקצֶה” or “holy” means “set apart.” But in the days of The Tabernacle, it had a much more powerful connotation. That word was reserved for things believed to be physically touched by God himself. It was thought that contact with any holy item would end in death. They were quite literally untouchable. That’s what our love is, kitten. When God created you he looked out into the world. Out into the future. For days he searched and searched. Until he found me. He saw us together and said one word… “Perfect.” ——— Thank you, my pet. Thank you for being my love. My most prize possession. And my best friend. -- source link
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