"He loves me" I whisper as I smile at the ground.
"He loves me" I sing to myself as I drift to sleep.
I find myself having what some could call a "crush". A crush on Him.
I dream about Him at night. I think about Him during the day. I want Him to notice me, to turn His attention toward me. I crave His affection. I secretly hope He scoots a little closer. I want Him to touch me in a way that give me goosebumps and makes me fuzzy warm inside. I want to make eye contact. I want to hold His gaze.
I like Him.
I like Him a lot.
"He loves me". I pick off a petal.
"He loves me". I pick off another.
I continue this task and suddenly realize; there could not be enough petals on earth, past, present, or future, to show me the depth of the reality of his affection towards me.
It is a reality.
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