My chest is hurting now and again; I should probably get back to the doctor...
This has taken it's toll on my body, literally, I am weak. I'm hitting the gym, getting in shape, and I only feel weaker as the days pass. I'm slimmer, eating better, and I'm stronger, but again I am frail...
What are you thinking?
Am I really so off?
My judgement is not that bad, I'm sure of it. Your pattern is strong, prominent. I have a hard time ignoring this. Your reason shifts for the occasion, and I am left to wonder what is true...
They all seem like outs more than they seem like reasons. You look to be ashamed at what you have done and what you are doing. You said you'd love and embrace a higher standard in a relatiosnhip, in love... you said you loved me for pushing you to a better place, pushing you towards God, but at some point, Satan got a hold of your failures and you insecurities and he spoke to you. He lied to you. He came in from behind and slipped the blindfold over your eyes and told you that you'd be condemned. You didn't know where it came from, but he took the blinds off once you were facing my direction... and there I was... the object of your hurt, when in fact I've been the very opposite from the beginning. It doesn't take much logic to consider it silly for me to bring you closer to God only to rip you away from Him. You've never had to lie to me to earn my love. Never. So stop.
I love you; I forgive you.
I know it's easy to walk away with these circumstances because you can click a mouse or hit the little red "end" button.