At one point, after I had shared with Joseph my struggles about a certain someone and how I kept on trying to surrender him to the Lord, he strongly encouraged me to write about “how to not fall with feelings.”
As I considered these things, a thought came to me: this must be why sometimes, the best and loveliest person that we know of dies young. God must be taking her out before she even gets soiled by the cares of the world, and while she is at her most beautiful. God must be taking her out because He says, “She is too beautiful, I must preserve her.”
The sixty-something-year-old man comes in to answer his ringing phone, which he had left on the receptionist’s desk. Hmm, an iPhone 4, I observed.
He sees me standing there on the phone. Well, waiting for someone to pick up.
“Oh, are you calling me?” he teases, and he’s got an accent.
She slowly turns her face towards the window, and I catch a glimpse of her profile. Beautiful, definitely. Familiar, very.
Two cars join me on the intersection. One on my left, and one on my right.
I ignore the sound.