She continued to resist and it was not until she let herself feel the emotions of black, that the black
faded to a light grey, but in progress of becoming white as snow.
He couldn't see her desires and he ran. solely she desired him, and nothing more.
How could she give so much for him to turn? But isn't that the world's problem?
We have been given love freely, but we turn.
we run.
we hide.
this isn't ours.
Come out of your own darkness and stand in the light.
Selfish darkness that consumes her life.
Not dark enough to pull her down, but not light enough to forget that she needs to fill satisfactions.
No worldly desire can fulfil she dark shadows, but only by the Grace of the Father.