My feelings are still mixed and I haven't had time to process it yet although it's been since morning. I keep thinking about whether I did the right thing, whether I did it out of self-gratification, or pity. I thought about what he might have thought about what was given to him and who it was given by. What did it mean that shortly after, it was no use for him?
I've seen him for weeks now and I finally worked up the courage, but I can't help but to think whether it was just me, or did God really have a hand in it? I could barely meet his eyes as he was thanking me and I quickly turned to head back. I thought about this day many times; playing it over and over again. I knew what I wanted to say and what I wanted to ask, but in the moment all I could do was a swift silent motion, a meek smile and a unnoticeable nod.
Will he remember me tomorrow?
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