I hated you.
I cursed at you.
I clawed at the sky at times hoping that my wicked hands might scratch your face.
You hated me.
I thought you did.
I saw no reason to place my faith, my hope, my trust in you.
I suffered much.
I endured much pain.
I thought that it was your doing, that you were trying to kick me while I was down.
You sent me signs.
I ignored them.
I slashed at their meaningfulness as nothing more than the coincidence from a cold, cold world.
At last I fell.
And you caught me.
I never thought that I would be able to feel joy again.
You love me.
I know you do.
Your loving embrace is all I need to go against the plethora of wicked hearts here.