When I pray, I imagine myself talking to my closest friend, as if no one could ever come near my relationship with God.
When I pray about you, it feels like I’m telling my best friend about my heart. It has never felt like love was separate from me. Telling God about you, and asking him to grant you serenity, has always felt like a selfish act.
I was hoping that at some point you would have stopped me, just as they all had before you. But I have fallen, and for some reason you’ve let me.
I don’t know how to tell you, but I still feel like you’re going to break me one of these days. There’s no way you could do it on purpose, but I love you like I shouldn’t and I’m worried.
There’s not many things that I wouldn’t give up to be with you. This can’t be wrong; but the part of me that is insecure of this is growing.
I don’t want to be in love right now. I don’t want to have feelings right now. And the only thing keeping me grounded is the moments you call me “babe” before your brain processes the syllables.
zander foster poetry 
Thats extemely heart warming..loved it!
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That is very kind, thank you.
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