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Love & Monsters

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Max Walker
Max Walker

Max Walker, born on September 12, 1948 and passed away on September 28, 2016, was a renowned cricketer. He was known for his exceptional bowling skills and consistent performance in the sport throughout his career. more

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“You’re…something else,” I said honestly, softly. The words were simple on the outside, but the true meaning behind them hung like stars in the air between us as I traced the first fledgling petals of a delicate rose beside one of the tentacles on his ropey forearm. You’re something else meant… You’re perfect. You’re wonderful. It meant… You’re surprising. You’re better than anyone I’ve ever met before. You’re confusing in the best way. Three innocent words, with a love poem hidden between the cracks.”

“I don’t care. I’ll be as cheesy as I want to,” he said, and Mason lifted his head and quirked an eyebrow at him. “Oh yeah?” “Yup. I’ll hold you every night. I’ll kiss you any chance I get. I’ll text you a million times a day when we’re not together to let you know I’m here, I’m thinking of you. I’ll buy a new camera and take photos of you and then complain how none of them are even close to capturing how beautiful you are…”

“My Dear Lord, please help me. Place me in the Center of Your Perfect Will. Adoro te devote, latens Deitas. Bread of Life by bread concealed, speaking heart to heart. Tibi se cor meum totum subjicit. Let Your presence draw me in here my senses fail. Visus cactus, gustus in te falliti. This is truth enough for me. Peto quod petivit latro paenitens. Seeing You upon the Cross, flesh and blood, I find. Plagas, sicut Thomas, non intueor. I see not but name You still God and Prince of Life. O memoriale mortis Domini. How I thirst to meet Your gaze gloriously revealed. After life's obscurity, let me wake to see. Beauty shining from Your Face for eternity. Amen.”

“The physical marvels of the universe produce little more reflection than the profoundest moral truths. A million of eyes shall pass over the firmament, on a cloudless night, and not a hundred minds shall be filled with a proper sense of the power of the dread Being that created all that is there--not a hundred hearts glow with the adoration that such an appeal to the senses and understanding ought naturally to produce.”