There's a saying that says that sometimes people don't reach out when they're hurting, that they cut themselves off, because they want to see who cares enough to tear down the walls and sweep them up into a hug that makes everything wrong just crumble away and makes everything right come from those arms. This is why people cut themselves off. They're challenging the world to show them they care. So what happens when nobody comes? When nobody can come? The despair closes in and you wonder why, God? Why when you say you love me, when you say you are my father and my husband and my lover and rock and protector and everything those arms represent, why don't you chase me?
He didn't stand at your window with a song, the warm night air ruffling his hair and his eyes directed up towards you, and only you.
He didn't write you a letter, telling you how much he loves you and how he can't stop thinking about you.
He didn't sweep you off your feet and carry you when you couldn't take another step.
He didn't bring you flowers or leave a box of sweets at your door.
But he did answer your questions. When you asked why he didn't chase you, he said. "I do."
He didn't sing a song; he wrote them all for you. Every song that speaks of the love you've heard he has for you, he wrote to prove it to you.
And the warm air ruffled his blood-stained hair as his eyes turned to the heavens and he gave up his spirit, looking for you, and only you.
He didn't write a letter, he wrote sixty-six, telling you of everything he's done, every person he's had to plead with, every hardship he's endured, just so you can be by his side for eternity.
He didn't sweep you off your feet, because he never put you down.
He didn't bring you flowers or candy, he created all of them. A flower just for you, a sunrise to cheer you up, a loved animal that fawns over you, he created knowing you would need.
Because he loves you.