Bob bristled at Angie’s comment.
“Love isn’t blind,” he said. “Love sees everything. Every wart, every defect. Everything. Love just accepts all those things and keeps giving hugs. Love wants to show you that it’s okay to not be perfect, to fail, to do something stupid. Love is there to be wounded, kicked to the teeth, and spit upon. That’s why love is considered folly by some and ludicrous by others, but in the end, love wants to see you be the best you you can be.”
“But Charlie is blind in the book,” Angie said.
“But his love isn’t.”
Lifting the handle, Stephanie looked inside the box
It contained a whole lot of nothing
Giggling she closed it and looked at Timothy
“How are you able to afford that?” She asked
Timothy smiled, “I just saved up all the sun rays I could from the summer.”
“Of course you did,” she said. “I love it! It’s just what I need.”
Forgetting he didn’t like physical contact, Stephanie gave him a huge hug
To her amazement
He didn’t push her away
Even pulled her closer
Well the moment was short lived
Or that’s how it felt to Stephanie
Releasing Timothy back into his own world she sighed inwardly
Loving someone like Timothy was easier than people thought
Didn’t this echo how God felt?