- Well, said she with pounding heart in her chests, you’ve managed to stricke again a nerver I didn’t thought I had.
The sound of his last words, no matter they were said days ago, echoed in her ears.
Her own faith was to run away. And you know, running away of faith can make you feel that desperate that you can Actually take bad decisions and make a total fool of yourself.
She wasn’t ready to deal with her fears. Not yet. And certainly not alone.
- Did he ever understood my need of him?- asked herself scilently – If he did, he should have felt like a God! Like the only one in the world who can make so much change … he even wouldn’t believe it – how powerful actually he is.
The reality: his arms could really make her feel better; his calming words caould really change her world.
I guess it was too much to expect from one man. I often wonder if one knows he is that powerful – will this knowledge bring power to himself or, on contrary, will make him feel lost and confused because of the burden he feels he has on his shoulders? I can shrug my shorlders and ignore my thoughts and questions, but actually this is a very basic and crusial question that crosses my mind.
Wouldn’t want to sound cheesy – so to cut a long story short – I wanted to say:
yeah, you are that powerful!
yeah, you are that God!
and yeah, I am losing my faith …
