Right on time. Ty put his leg right between mine as I was right about to step, of course he got me when I was down but I should’ve been up.

My head started spinning as my head was thrust onto the cold concrete. I felt his heel crack down on my back with all the power he had. Another blow to my face, crack on my back, blow to my face. Then. The blood finally ran down then up my face. His boot actually had more of my face on, I would think if I could see anything. Darkness as usual. He kicked my face up and for a split second I was suspended and my mind was at ease. If it could stop, for a moment, it would be over. No. Not yet. Choking on my own blood made sure of this fact. “Get up!” he bruted. “Boy, I said get up!” again. Of all the people, shouldn’t he have known that I couldn’t get up. Lifting my face off the concrete I put my hand on the floor ready to strike back in adrenaline filled anger, but my palm slipped and my head again thumped on the solid floor.

Stopped.

Stepping into my home. With a warm breeze, this started the healing of my wounds. Juan stood up to welcome me. No matter what I did, he hated when I went to Ty but he couldn’t do anything about it. He knew I had to go, every week for Alain. He was partly the reason I went there too, and he knew it, deep down he knew it. I grew into a new person, more in the love we shared. Stepping in this love, in this life, knowing our life changes on the outside. I grew to a strong person, who I knew (who he knew I could be). The heart is where he fixated his gaze, he knew more than I. When I gazed into his eyes I knew I was found in another world where Ty did not even exist, never could he exist in such love. Juan always breaks through to me and meets me, when I walked towards him but I knew he had already been as close as he could be to me. She did it first and that’s what made me walk to her. I could only move, truly grow in each step when I walked towards her. I didn’t smile but joy poured out of me, out of him and inordinately overwhelmed me. Taking those steps towards him I knew that once I got to him I felt no pain, nothing. Nothing except love. Even when I felt that I stopped and wanted to turn away I was walking straight towards him. Flashes of the world darted past me. Past me. But I pressed on towards him. He had done everything, but I pressed to do more, more in love. Without hate, obligation and anguish. We were alone yet he loved the world inside me. This is the right way. It is right. It is true. Do you want such a love?

Started all again.

But stronger in his love.

Faithfully Justified in Jesus