I am embarrassed of my Love for you.

By loving you, I lack loving myself.

Feelings betrayed in an inequitable love.

Emotional Intelligence departs at some point.

Time is running out, God said fear is not of Him. I see the delusion in every memory, Morris. When productive time comes between us, distance is nothing. I still have so much of you stored: Somewhere in a space in the dingiest section of my heart. You left me with an evil scar.

Only God can heal me, now. I loved you more than I loved me. My treachery linger, still. I am embarrassed. I know God is telling me that I deserve someone who will put in time to treat me like His daughter.

I Am the daughter of the Most High King. He would never allow anything less than real Love for me.

Easily manipulated, humiliated, and messed with by those who should be the least of any worry.

I am embarrassed even writing this.

Why am I reaching into my past, disturbing my present, do I really want to alter my destiny. I am so embarrassed.