You eyed the piece critically, subconsciously half-squinting whilst doing so. I stayed quiet, making sure you were allowed the complete experience without disruption. I couldn't help but fiddle with the zip on my jacket, and you shot an annoyed glare at me, scaring me into staying completely still. I mouthed a quick sorry, then fastened my hands together, and closed my eyes.
You sighed, and leaned back into your chair; you'd finished appraising the piece. I hesitantly squeezed open a single eye to search your face for some glimmer of approval, but I found only a tired and frustrated face.
"It's okay," You said simply, "some parts aren't that good, but it's overall okay."
I'd only wish you wouldn't see all the flaws anymore; instead focus on the good coming out of it.
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Romans 8:28. :)
LOL, Sarah.
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