I felt unlovable. I felt alone and for quite a while I felt angry with God because when no one else listened, when I needed Him to listen to my little prayer, I only felt my voice fade into the noise. But now I look at you, and I see the scars begin to heal. I find answers to prayers I forgot I uttered. You look at my soul and see beauty in places I never let anyone else see. I feel loved, and for once I feel secure in this feeling. For once, I don’t want to run. For once, I’m not afraid. And I find hope again. I’m starting to pray again. And maybe you’re the reason I believe a little more.