My love for Paul

A simple, comfortable trust, a kind friend who never turns on me, who makes me better and more independent and reliable, not the crippled individual I was when I couldn’t be myself. God had so many gifts for me I’m sure, I’ve said so many prayers for help and peace, for security, for love. I would think having faith and Christianity would be awesome, I’d revel in my own glory, battling demons and taking them down with every strike of the Bible, keep my enemies at my footstool, but for me it was knowing none of my prayers would ever be answered and life went on into a never ending gloom of reversekundalini and psychosis, when I finally found a partner I could keep who understands me and in being my companion has answered all my prayers.