"Dear God,
"I'm actually terrified of this feeling of mine. Very terrified. Almost like I can't look at his face even though my cheeks don't seem to think so.
"When I see him, my heart just speeds up without me even trying. Just like that.
"God, I can't even tell my own mother because I bet on my piggy bank she'll throw back her head and laugh, or worse, throw me out. Out of the house.
"I feel bad.
"Like a horrid person.
"And I know. I know I'm being silly. I do.
"I don't want to like him. I really don't.
"B-but, I just can't help it, oh dear God.
"You know?"
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Short StoryTo the world, I've seen you in distress. I've seen you trample over sands. I've seen you aim missiles. So when my cuts needed healing, I chose God over you instead. - An account of a childhood obsession that turned into a lifelong faith. - © 2015...
