THERAPY

I'm not exactly sure when I started liking him, but if I could pinpoint a single time when the feelings were undeniable, it was this year, and it started with a touch. He touched my neck; he wiped away my sweat. I was always aware that he had a crush on me from prior years, but I didn't pay any attention to it. I didn't entertain it. I couldn't. I didn't care who liked me or why. I didn't have time to waste on relationships. He started paying more attention to me and chatting me up every time he saw me, and I noticed, but I wasn't lonely enough to care. I considered him a friend—though not so much now, because "friend" is not a word I use casually anymore. I did that a lot in my teenage years and quickly learned the detriment. Okay, let me bring it back. I became determined and even more passionate about serving God, even if it would be to my detriment—it didn't matter. I will serve God till the end. My desire is to have a heart posture like Sa...