Tears welled up in my eyes. They fell, and I
wiped them away. Was it pity I felt? Was it pity that had created
this emotion that had been born in me that night, pity that had
woven itself through my heart and left it aching for him all these
years?
I had to believe it was more than
that.
Shaking it off, I found my strength and my
footing. I went into the bathroom and turned the showerhead to the
hottest setting, letting the steam fill the room as I tried to make
sense of someone I didn’t know.
But underneath all his armor, I did know
him.
Beneath the anger, I recognized the boy I’d
known so long ago.
I was pretty sure it was Jared who didn’t know
himself.
Come To Me Quietly ~ January 7,
2014