Letter Six
Dear Ereadura,
My days are filled with bewilderment, joy and praise, knowing that you chose to love me, even though you knew I had weaknesses and imperfections. You accepted me for who I am. In my brokenness, you stayed with me. When I failed you still loved me. When people told you to leave me, you ignored them and stayed. These things make me want to cry. How could you love me, like this? How could you turn away better men than me? You chose love over imperfections.
You chose the imperfect me. You chose the weak me. You chose the forgotten me. I love you, Ereadura. For you, I will be better. For you, I will live for.
I love you.
