"Dear God,
"I'm beginning to realize I have better things to think about. Like studying, the whole purpose of going to school. Like laughing. Like dancing. Like being happy.
"All without having a boy on my mind.
"That's what's making me forget Adam.
Meg told me he's already got himself a girlfriend. And she laughed when I told her that thirteen was too young for relationships.
"I don't get it, God. What's so cool about being in pairs? Socks come in pairs and I hate them.
"All the girls in my class now want a boy too.
"And I hate it.
"This whiny talk of theirs? Yeah, that. I don't like it. Meg's becoming one of them too. There's nobody here that won't change talking of rollercoasters at Six Flags to gushing over a boy. But you. At least, I have you. You're always around. This janitor's closet is a lovely meeting place. I hope you can hear me. That you aren't too far away. God, the strange thing is, I actually like it this way.
"Being alone is...nice."
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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...
