I spent most of my life looking for love in the wrong places. I didn’t think they were wrong at the time—I thought I was just following what came natural. What the world told me was me.
But the thing about chasing something to fill the emptiness is that, sooner or later, you start to realize it’s not working. And that’s where I was when I met Ted—running, restless, tired of trying to fit into a mold that never felt right, but scared to admit I had no idea who I was without it.
At first, I didn’t know what to make of him. A steady, no-nonsense Southern guy who didn’t say much unless it mattered. I wasn’t looking for a mentor. Definitely wasn’t looking for a friend. But somehow, without either of us meaning to, we ended up with something bigger.
Covenant.
I didn’t even know what that word meant outside of a church setting. And let’s be real, I wasn’t sure I wanted anything to do with church. But Ted never shoved faith down my throat. He just lived it, breathed it, showed me something real. And somewhere along the way, I stopped fighting it.
I stopped fighting him, too.
Because what we have? It’s not friendship in the way the world understands it. It’s deeper than that. It’s the kind of bond that holds the line when everything else pulls.
People don’t get it. They assume things. Or they try to box it into categories that don’t fit. But the truth is, I spent my whole life thinking love had to look a certain way, had to be a certain way. And I was wrong.
Love is a man standing beside you when the past comes knocking. It’s knowing that no matter what hits, you’re not standing alone.
It’s a love that doesn’t ask for anything but gives everything.
It’s what Ted and I chose.
And I don’t care who doesn’t understand it.
Because I know, now, that I wasn’t made to chase. I was made to stand.
And I’m not standing alone.
(Fictional testimony from a character in the Ethan and Ted series, contact me if you’d like to read these stories)
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