Ah, let them have all what the world offers in its glitters, love.
Let them put labels on one's life as blessed when it's (seemingly) perfect, and others' disagreeable when it's (seemingly) defective - because nothing can be more deceving than this.
Ah, you know this, love; Those long hours of talk getting to know each other deeper, those long hours reading books together, sharing our minds, exchanging thoughts, opening up about our fearful past, unsettling present, and hopeful future, whether at home, in the car, in the cafe, or in distressing hours at office, locking our eyes on each other, listening to each other's fears and dreams, contemplating and sharing about the beauty of the sky, and above all, sharing our amazement on our LORD's great love - these are more valuable than those fancy stuff they're parading and more than 'perfections' they're clamoring about.
Remember those times, love. Remember our times in this dark hours. Let us embrace every sadness and pain while we have it now, so we may remember how we also understand Hope.
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