She loved another. Or rather she liked another, for she loved me but as a brother and comrade. She’d stated so. Plagued by thoughts of that other, I lay restless in bed. Hours passed with no sleep, desperate, I sat up and recited aloud, “God give me the power to change the things I can, accept the things I can’t, and the wisdom to know the difference.” I asked God she find someone good to love and that they love her. I asked that I find someone too, and I prayed for peace and calm. As I lay praying, I slipped into the darkness of sleep held in God’s outstretched hands.


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