Random babblings 1
Words, titles, gifts, aren’t commitment. They aren’t even love. They’re displays of a connection that is suppose to be unspoken.
If you were mine, truly mine without distraction, I wouldn’t have need or want for displays. I’d have the knowledge that you are mine alone.
Just like I know every blessing God holds for me, has held for me since I was nothing more than two chromosomes meeting for the first time,
Is for me.