he inspires me.

The only thing annoying about him is how perfectly he loves me. You know like how Jesus loves? When He gazes down from his balcony in heaven to His bride, not so much donned in pure white as He longs for, but marred with fleshy wounds from her war with the dark side. Still He gazes. Still He loves. Still He's faithful. Because He has but one bride His eyes are fixed. Though far from perfect, she is His. No amount of scarring could deter his fixation. She is radiant. She is his. As I write, I look down at myself, knots in my hair, stained with food from Jersey's hands, yet Brian's heart under my shirt and he continues to love. Constantly love.