I loved this man. Past tense indeed, now he is nothing more than a memory. But I still love this photo. It shows me two things.
I was happy. I can see a look on my face that I recognise, that free happiness where nothing is wrong in the world. Where if I cry it�s because I�m sad and I need to let it out. Because I cry, that�s what I do but when the tears are gone I�m relieved and it�s all over, all gone.
I also see love. I will never touch this man again, I doubt we�ll ever even be good friends. But there was a time when he loved me.
This love cannot even be compared to God's love for me... that he gave His only son. But this love was warm, and kind and good.
And when I feel worthless I think of this love. I remember that I CAN be loved like that. That I have a soul and another soul can love mine to that extent.
And now I realise that God loves me, regardless of what I do or don�t do. I thank God for many things. One day I hope to thank Him for another love like this.
THE PICTURE
