Divine Weaving

Why does my soul so long for companionship?


Companionship... ha... it's sad that that is the best word I can think of to describe it.

I see imperfections in myself that keep me from pursuing a... relationship? It's so much more than that. More like a partnership, a coupling... ah, I know... an interweaving relationship. That is to say that both our worlds are intertwined in such a way that we appear as one intricately woven basket, our strengths and weaknesses complementing their counters so as to make a substance that is impenetrable. Our mutual beliefs strengthening the bond between the chords, filling in the holes like tar. One solid, unbreakable unit and yet two very different and very individual strands of material. A weave so perfect it would have to be divine.

And what, you might ask, does this basket hold? Love, joy, peace, endurance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. The last one may be slightly confusing so let me elaborate. Self-control because it's necessary for faithfulness, faithfulness because it's needed for endurance, endurance for peace, peace for goodness, goodness for kindness, kindness for gentleness, gentleness for joy, and joy for love. You see, without one... they all fall apart.

I know it's a lot to ask for, but anything less would not suffice to quell this longing.

This is going to be a long trip.


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Update to Update

I am indeed crazy.








But it's okay. I now recognize what I see.

Update

Though the feelings are slow to leave I think I'll be okay parting with thoughts of pursuit. We'll see what happens though.

Crazy

I can't think straight right now. I am distracted. I need to focus on writing this research paper, but I can't stop thinking about earlier. Ballroom dancing club was fun. It was hiarious; there were only five guys at the beginning and about fifteen women. I love the partnerong in ballroom dancing. It allows you to be close to someone you wouldn't therwise know. But what really got me was during the "dance party" we had after tonight's lesson. It was fun staying around to learn the steps better. I am avoiding the true subject though. During this time, I got to dance with one of the most gorgeous women I have ever seen or met. I wish I knew her a little better. I love what I do know. She's ambitious, going for a double major. I love the intelligence. That combination is a beautiful thing that many lack. I love her gentle touch, her deep eyes, and her smile. I love her countenance. The air about her... man, I could get lost there forever and not mind it for a second. Maybe it's her heart I'm feeling, probably why I fell. But why do I fall for ones out of my reach? I can still feel that sweet, tender, fragile being dancing on my heart.

Tell me I'm not crazy.