A not so lost love.

She passed by Him in this crazy rage, one that she felt would draw Him to her and repel Him at the same time- the result would show the intent. And there He stood with his eyes holding her gaze still and she looked at him in quiet curiosity. "Who is this man?" she thought, who never lets her go despite her wandering heart and insecure attempts at reciprocating love. There was this little part inside of her that didn't believe He would be enough yet an even stronger part of her that knew that all others were most definitely not. Which would win out in the end was already decided for her a couple of thousand years ago but only she could lay hold of it. She backed away slowly holding Hi gaze, begging Him to come down to her level so that she could feel human hands on her life until she realized that He already had.