brave

He looks at me with eyes that say So. Much.

It nearly takes my breath away when I consider how many times I have missed this.

Noticing the way he looks -- longingly.

My groom wants his bride. Always.

He wants to escape into togetherness and chooses me to love on.

It's not a fleeting moment or feeling. For him it's so much more.

His eyes tell me I'm special. Accepted. Adored. Treasured.

Words aren't splashed across front covers, they're tucked away in corners.

I need to pay attention to hear his heart -- to notice.

Fear keeps me scrunched tight and makes my ears shrivel closed.

I want to fall into this love, his love. True love.

Yet, I'm still focused on what doesn't matter that I keep myself from receiving.

Brave sets aside self and chooses to see.

Today's post was part of my friend, Lisa-Jo's fun challenge each Friday to take five and Just. Write.

     "...for five, short, bold beautiful minutes... unscripted and unedited...

     without worrying if it's just right or not."

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