The Gamble of Trust

That mesmerizing smile, or was it those dazzling eyes? One glance, I'm melting. It's more—it has to be. My trust is worth more than a pretty face. It must be the kindness, the way you made me feel safe. Finally, you were here, right in front of me— my Mr. Right. If time could stop, if minutes were hours, then hours would be days. Then you would have stayed longer. But control slips like sand. One moment, I held you— the next, you vanished. No trace. No warning. Life—a gamble. Go. I laid my trust at your feet, vulnerable, exposed, my walls tumbling down. There it was, my heart at your mercy. Go. But tell me— did you have to steal it too? My trust, my confidence, my self-esteem. I hope it was worth it. I bet the powder of my heart makes you high, sends you dancing in moonlight, fearless, unbothered. This is it. The crown is yours. Every fiber of my being—tested. What more do you want? When I've cleaned up the ruins you left, you return. For what? To give me hope, only to crush it into dust, so you can keep dancing. I hope it's worth it. Guess Mr. Right isn't so right after all. I loathe you. I wish I could. But I can't. Because I meant it when I said I loved you. When our eyes lingered, staring into souls, I heard love is patient. That's why I still care. I still hope. I still wait. I still trust. But not you. Not me either. But the One who is Holy. The One Sovereign over all. His reign reaches the cracks of my troubled heart. So I am not overcome. You can't shatter me. My peace can't be bought. My joy doesn't bend to your tune. So I smile. And I mean it. Because my Lord is enough. Mr. Right? Mr. Wrong? Whichever. It doesn’t matter. My Redeemer lives. And He will always make a way.