The Reach

I have only begged
one man.

God.

Well…

That isn’t true.

God isn’t a man.

See?

This is why language
frustrates me.

What I mean is—

the only being
I have ever fallen apart in front of
is God.

Not because
He needed convincing.

Because I did.

I have never begged
another soul.

Not to stay.

Not to love me.

Not to choose me.

I have always believed

that if I had to beg

the answer
had already been given.

Maybe that’s why
this has unsettled me.

Not because
I lost myself.

Because for one brief terrible moment

I thought about it.