My hand begins to quiver as I pen the words, "I love you." Partly because of the bitter cold of the room, and partly because...well, I don't know yet. That's why I'm writing, to help myself figure out what emotion inside me is trying to show itself.
I know I mean it, I know it's true. And it's something I have no doubts about. Why the shaking? Nothing serious...just a slight shudder. Is it fear? I didn't think so...nothing about him makes me afraid.
Perhaps it is fear of myself. Fear that, in my hands, these words and other words to come may be harmful instead of uplifting.
I look at Your hands, which neither quiver nor shudder. They're stretched out wide, with scars where the gaping holes once were. You look at me with a warm, crimson stare - communicating the love that I can never in my pathetic human heart dare to realize. You love me. You love others. I can love others fearlessly.
I quiver no more as I pen these words. He's steadied my hand, and laid aside all my concerns.
Amen (:
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