I know this heart ache. The one that got away is for the second time hurting more than anyone should hurt. And I stand apart from him, can do nothing but weep for him.

His heart is beautiful, it always has been. And I know you love it. I know you do, so hold it. It is aching. It is scattered. Worn, weary, and beaten. So hold him, hold him. Love him, fight for him YESHUA. And her, she must be hurting, too. They need your grace, your strength, your everything.

I never thought loving people would be like this. I never thought it would never end like this. I always thought it would be prettier than this.

Shit, we're all so messy.