On behalf of our dear Loo (squirrel) Ye Qi, taken from "Boy meets Girl by Joshua Harris"
Perhaps, afterall, romance did not come into one's life with pom and blare, like a gay knight riding down.
Perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways.
Perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed rhythm and the music.
Perhaps.. perhaps... love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
Perhaps after all our worries and questions, we'll discover that all along God had the right thing at the right time for us.
Perhaps his plan is more wonderful than anything we could create by ourselves - whether it comes with 'pomp and blare', or quietly 'like an old friend'
Perhaps.. perhaps... we should entrust our questions of "how?" and "who?" and "when?" into his tender care.
Audrey: "meltsssssss" :')
Perhaps it crept to one's side like an old friend through quiet ways.
Perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed rhythm and the music.
Perhaps.. perhaps... love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
Perhaps after all our worries and questions, we'll discover that all along God had the right thing at the right time for us.
Perhaps his plan is more wonderful than anything we could create by ourselves - whether it comes with 'pomp and blare', or quietly 'like an old friend'
Perhaps.. perhaps... we should entrust our questions of "how?" and "who?" and "when?" into his tender care.
Audrey: "meltsssssss" :')
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