"Dear God,
"I'm beginning to feel some type of way.
"Something I don't know if I like or not.
"And it's all when I see this...boy.
"He has really dark hair, a pointy lil' nose and his eyes. God, his eyes are so pretty, let me tell you. The dark eyelashes and all.
"Yesterday I was walking up to my locker when I saw him for the first time.
"I might have tripped over the faulty tile everyone was complainig about.
"It's so crazy, this feeling. This girly feeling. I kind of hate it, but like it. God, am I in trouble? Deep, deep trouble? I really hope not.
"Besides, God, I don't even know his name.
"But I can't ignore that feeling. How do I explain it? This slow cool mist pooling in my belly whenever I see his face.
"I don't know if I like it or not. If I like him or not."
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What can I say, you guys? Teens get it bad.
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Dear God
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...
