Love Story (7) - wicked is as wicked does

Just like that, a kiss in the wind, as spontaneous as skipping a History class on a Tuesday afternoon. No promise of an everlasting love, no binding of loyalty, nor guarantee of future, but as I often tell my friends, what's a promise good for if it can be broken at any moment?

However, I am the kind of domestic animal that cannot live with too much freedom, or do I ever want freedom at all? Growing up with people in my life as my emotional crutches, be it my parents, my friends, or my ex-boyfriends, I like to depend on them, someone I can hold on to, so I won't sink to the botton. But him, he taught me to stand up all by myself, "You can do it! Just let go of my hand, trust me... ..." "Roman, I'm floating, yes!" ... ... ... ..."Remember, the one who loves you the most is always yourself." This is his way of saying "I love you," I guess. As time passes, I learned to decipher his language, pick up hints of warmth along the way, and started to see love from a point of view that I've never seen before.

My friends were often puzzled when they heard I was still with him. "He is weird." is all they can say about him, what a brash verdict. Have you ever asked yourself, how many of these kinds of verdicts you gave out everyday that keep you from really getting to know a person? People are not born "wicked." Just because she/he looks or acts differently from you, does that make her/him a lower person? have you ever bothered to hear their stories? Have you ever taken off your glasses of prejudice and stererotype, and really see people as who they are.

A long long time ago, God split up men's "language," so they stopped listening to each other, but people, behold, God intentionally left a door open. With an open heart, love and faith, stripped of all the limitation of languages, conventions, and cultures, we are all really God's estranged children. There shouldn't be anything standing between us. Listen hard, and you will understand.