This man writes my heart.

Okay, someone please tell me how a stranger can put my heart into words before I can even think it. I feel compelled to search this out, but when must I let go? He knows. Somehow, his thoughts, and his heart, felt this, and now it resonates deep within me. Rarely do I find someone so like-minded, and I want to know everything. But please, please release my thoughts, so that I may function normally again. This isn't normal. This is irrational. --so, what's next? I've tried to let go... but unless I stop listening, or hearing, I fear that I will never fully do so.

Somedays the rain comes pouring and the color fades
The music once so loud slips away
And I'm left standing all alone

It's already getting better (You will never leave me)

Rain came pouring, and hasn't stopped. The color faded from my life, and sometimes I feel trapped by lifelessness. The musics, the singing, the voices, slipped away, long ago, and I haven't hear them since. And I'm left standing all alone.

So, what now? Trust. It will be better. You will never leave me. There is loneliness, but there is a promise that You are with me. When my world shatters, You stay perfectly held together. When my heart shattered, You began putting it back together.

In my hands I hold tears, doubt, pain, and desire. In Your hands, You hold perfect love.
Tears stand no change, unless they be tears of joy. Doubt of perfect love can only hold ground for a time, but is ultimately no match. Hurts will heal, with a washing of the pain. Desire will cease, as perfect love knows the perfect fulfillment.

It's already getting better