Anxiously you ask, 'Is there a way to safety? Can someone guide me? Is there an escape from threatened destruction?' The answer is a resounding yes! I counsel you: Look to the lighthouse of the Lord. There is no fog so dense, no night so dark, no gale so strong, no mariner so lost but what its beacon light can rescue. It beckons through the storms of life. It calls, 'This way to safety; this way to home.
We didn't say or write anything for a long time. Normally silence like that was uncomfortable and awkward. Like you needed to say something to fill the empty space in the air. But it didn't feel like that with Samantha. Maybe it was because I couldn't say anything and fill the quiet, but I thought it was more about two people just being with each other, enjoying the slowdown and the rare sunshine.
Eu chorei para valer, sem tentar bancar o durão, segurando aquelas folhas que se molhavam com minhas lágrimas, as letras ficando borradas. Palavras que me fizeram conhecer a forma mais louvável de amor: aquele que se dá a quem dele tanto necessita, bem no instante desesperado da necessidade.