Free Prisoner

This is my boyfriend. That is a bracelet that he has worn since we've been together. The second. He wore the first one out, so I made him a second.

He used to wear this bracelet with another on the right wrist--both with spiritual significance. He hasn't ever told me this, but sometimes I think he wore both of them as a sort of symbol. Cuffs. Chains. Imprisonment. Like Paul. A prisoner for Christ. Yet his freedom is found in Him.

I don't know why I haven't ever told him that hypothesis, but I guess he'll find out now.

Why do we hold so much back from the people we love the most?