Vous vous fiez à votre raison d'être?

L is up and in full analytical mode. Damn, this happens whenever i talk to one of my gfs about mr jones. I don't like it a bit for it is summer after all and in any case i would much rather be incognizant and blissful, which i was until this afternoon. Sigh.

Why must you do this to me? Granted, you are my friend and you look out for me. I thank you for that. But please, don't ask me for reason for i can't give you any. And, why ask for reason, intention? I don't ask you for your reason to believe in god. What's his intention for you, eh? You haven't met him either. But you love him with all your heart! He hardly ever has your back yet you kneel down every night and pray to him. For every horrendous thing that happens around you, (supposedly all his handiwork) do you ask him for an explanation? No. You say "God must have his reasons" and just accept! You go around talking to people about how great he is! I get it. You want them to see him as you do. Finally, you can't wait to be with him when the time comes. Tell me what have i done that is any different than what you do for your beloved god?

Indeed you should understand me very well. So please be on my side. I am new at this, can't you see that i am trying? I am trying to let go of reason. Help me. Tell me it will be alright. Tell me he is wonderful and that you are happy for us. Not me, us. Be my voice of hope. Hope, not reason.

And if i may ever be proved wrong in bestowing my faith in my love...know that i shall still be true. Devastated, broken, shattered in pieces but true nonetheless.

I shall be true to my reason to be. Love.