When I sit next to my better half from the leather-based settee, their fair-skinned hand entwined with my black colored one, we am overcome anew with all the wonder of us. I will be dark. He could be light. The comparison of y our clasped hands is nearly startling, yet together we create one thing of extraordinary lovelinessвЂ”a rich, deep beauty to be celebrated.
We rub a thumb over PaulвЂ™s, marveling at the blond small hairs that grow thereвЂ”at exactly how their whiteness sticks out against my very own night skin. We put a stop to our four year dating relationship as I caress the top of his hand, my mind returns to the day. The love we share now has had the sting out from the painful memory, but when it just happened it had been such as a searing iron scorching my soul. There have been a lot of area cause of the break-up, but in the middle of things both of us knew we deserved more.
I deserved more.
The color of my skin and the difference in my upbringing shouldnвЂ™t have made me less of an option for Paul or his family as a child of God, created in His image.
Our days that are early been glorious.