Stuck On Loving You

This may sound.. Really corny to you, or maybe extra, or cliché, or even overly dramatic. Lol but the love story i am about to tell are none of those things. At the end I know it will all have been worth it. She sat on the end of the bed.. Broken. Right back where she started.. Broken. Calls with her Best friend always ended in tears. Broken.. Tears seems to define who she was becoming.. Broken.. Lost became an all to familiar street she would go to find rest. Broken. God couldn't have been close because darkness followed her like the skin clenched to those bones she felt were breaking. Breaking but not broken. She sat at the end of the bed. Cupid definitely owed her a do over. Words, pictures, bios and questions flood her mind. Some she met, each one void of meaningful conversation. No connection. Website closed. Broken things never have to stay broken. Piece by piece, skin and bone. Being caught up sometimes can erase who you once identified as. Her face didn't look the same. Her skin was different. Her touch was different. She was gone, and it was time to find her.. Found she became. "Welcome back" Cupid stood a few feet away from fingers.. "Restart" Substance: This one had substance.. 3 days it took to resurrect me, in 3 days holy I became. Worthy I became. Death to every bit of evidence that read broken. God is in you. God is in us. I found God in you. I found prayer on the tips of our tongues. Magic became what define the foundation we would rest upon. Shaken, but never breaking.. Shaken,but never broken. Tested, but never failing. To say I love you. To say love is what I feel when I think of you is not enough. I feel transcended. I feel whole. I feel complete. Those feelings continue to be tested everyday. Breaking.. But never broken.. She was stuck in time. Life shifts around her but she stands stuck in time. She is covered in the glory of God it shows in each freckle upon her face. In her long crown that sit upon her head. She is blessed. Ready..