Kristen Elizabeth Stories

All I wanted was you. But what I didn’t know was that there was no you. What I didn’t know is that what you had become was a multitude of fragmented ideas fabricated by other people. What I didn’t know is that what you showed yourself to be was whatever those around you wanted you to be.

I did see the pain hiding in your amber eyes veiled by an intensity that would not be tamed; veiled by your fortress of rage, hate, and malice disguised as godliness. Your act was a good one. Very well played. They even called you Mr. Theology and venerated you with praise about you being “a man after God’s own heart”. You fooled everyone, deceived yourself, and even nearly had me convinced of this deception. But after thirty years, my eyes now fully see. A child tortured by the powers of this dark world. Teaching you its language. Promising you its lies. Twisting what you knew of Truth into terrifying belief. The darkness masquerading as light.

Yet, does this have to be the end? Must this really be your fate? I don’t have any answers. I don’t know what you will choose. But I know that I must, now, go and fulfill the life that I have to live. But still, and forever, I will leave a light on for you…my darkest friend.