You knew that I couldn’t be perfect.

You knew that on my own I’m not worthy of your presence.

You knew that you loved me.

You knew that you wanted me.

You knew that something had to be done.

You knew that there was only one permanent solution.

You knew that He must die.

You knew that He had to be beaten nearly to death.

You knew that He had to be humiliated.

You knew that He had to hang on a cross.

You knew that He had to do it for me.

You knew.

Thank you.

- A segment from my journal entry last night