As she read the lyrics off the page her friend had printed a month earlier, it all suddenly made sense.
She had spent the night loving him without a care in the world and for the first time all caution out the window, she found out what it was like to just live for the moment.
She had finally realized he could never be hers. She had prayed for Love and God gave her the opportunity to feel Loved. Perhaps she should have prayed for courage. The courage to resist him because of all his baggage.
And there they lay, talking about why they could never be together in spite of their LOVE. He made Love to her with such “finality”. They both knew that after today things would be different. They would be friends (the lie people live with when all they want is to be a lot more than that).
She loved him enough to let him go, she knew if she kept on the relationship with him, she would end up resenting him. So she convinced herself that it was for the best. She kissed him and turned her back to him, trying hard not to let him see her cry. No she was too proud for that.
That’s when she noticed the piece of paper lying by her bedside. She opened it, and even though she knew and loved the song already she read it aloud to him.
And it seemed like the world was transpiring to free her from him.

LOVE didn’t bring her man Home; LOVE gave her the strength to set him free.