Journal: Pastiche

So Bethany startd to wish for love. Love, the gentle being with a warm soul that infects the hearts of men. The soft one that dwells on a foundation of family, and friends. How does Love complete its task, and what force can stop him? He grasps the healed, hurt and happy. Grasps their very existence, and waits, to blossom and grow. Has grasped the hearts and heads of the heavy laden. She was likely ot feel his gentle touch on her heart soon enough. She was scared and aprehensive too. Poor John! He should not be going through this alone. She tried to console him herself, but he sent her away. She was good with like smaller big problems, but she ws like so lost here. He would be fine when his brother called him and got himto move on. He was never going to get over her. That is what he kept telling himself. But his brother promised her he would, and she believed him. But if he didn't, soon enough she would know for sure, because he called ehr with a gentle tone in his voice. He would not usually call her but did so today but not to talk. He just told her he loved her and waited. Realization, the door to truth, spread through Bethany's body.