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𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘍𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳
Unexpected? But it's God's plan we're living in.
"𝘜𝘴, 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸." I whispered as my eyes locked onto the boy whose neck was wrapped in red and yellow threads of faith, colors that seemed to carry everything he believed in. His forehead was bare, as though it held the quiet weight of a life written in unseen lines-pages only he could read.
My lips moved in silent prayer, asking God to take this trembling feeling from my chest, to erase it gently, completely. Because loving a man from another faith felt like something I was never meant to hold-something too fragile, too impossible, even to name.
[Practicing English (including its punctuation and grammar) I'm sorry if it's awful lol, also vote please, thank you love you]