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My Pillow

 Beloved, if our heart condemn us not, then have we confidence toward God.

1 John 3:21

Eleven years of consecration

For me, it was as natural and as right as breathing.

Something I was suppose to do.

With you.  Only.

Coy preliminary games were not necessary.

Not because I am grown and I can do what I want to do. That is true.

I never wanted to.

Until you.  Until it was right.

And it was right for me.

After eleven years.

It was right because it was you.

My pillow.

Eleven years of waiting. For you.

Disqualifies any label.

Your are pillow.

That made it right.

I miss my pillow.