Okay, never mind. I wasn’t way off.
Yesterday, Friday the 16th, was a record-breaking day for five girls came to my room and talked to me about their romantic pursuits.
First was Geana. We talked about sex because she and her boyfriend have sex. She knows the Bible teaches against it, but she says with him it doesn’t feel like a sin. She was in a car accident about five years ago where she suffered brain damage. After that, she said her thinking changed and started doing things she would have never done before. She seemed confused and admitted as much. I told her that if the love was true, both would stop having sex, guard their hearts and bodies, and get married. She seemed to see the logic in that. She’s an interesting and weird girl. After telling me all this stuff, she then took a nap on my sofa for an hour.
And while she was asleep, Sherlive called. She called to talk to me about Vince for she is but another girl who is crazy about him. I told her he was still confused about Laura and to just be his friend, but to also not be a stranger.
Then, Jessica came over and we talked about her and Allen. They went on a midnight hike at the beginning of the semester and she now likes him and wanted to know if I knew how he felt about her.
The next girl was Emily, not my pen pal, but Emily from the theater department, who plays the prostitute I have the underwear scene with in Cuckoo’s Nest. She wanted to talk about her confusing feelings towards Timothy and AJ.
And then the last girl to desire my company and advice was Sarah, my girl, and we got to talk about us. Thursday night, over the phone, she told me that she had a present for me, “a special present,” she added.
“Well, I’m excited,” I said.
I saw her around lunch time and we smiled brightly at each other. I called her while Geana was asleep only to find her crying. She said she was an emotional wreck, but that she had to go to class. I told her she was beautiful and that I loved her.
At dinner, she was still a little weird and I told her I would look her up after rehearsal. After rehearsal Sarah, Mason, and Jessi went to rent a movie. I watched it with them in Mason’s room with half the freshmen Performing Arts students, but Sarah never acknowledged I was there.
I was on duty and I got a call over the radio, so I left to deal with that and never returned. I went to my room, put on Hymn by Jars of Clay, then put it on repeat, and began to read the Gospel of John. While reading, a peace came over me. I have been praying for a while now for God to teach me to love like he loves. And I realized that he answered my prayer through Sarah. He showed me how much it hurts when he loves those who do not even acknowledge or look at him.
When I got to the second chapter, there was a knock at my door.
Sarah came in.
She sat on the floor, by the sofa I was sitting on, and laid her head upon me. I put my arm around her and ran my fingers through her hair.
She began to cry and she didn’t stop until she left, which was about an hour later.
My eyes shed no tears.
She eventually spoke. “You see a beauty in me that I have yet to see. I see how much you love and care for me and its the scariest thing I’ve ever known.”
“You ought to be me,” I smiled.
“I just don’t know what to do.”
“Do you want me to let you go?”
“I know not completely, but enough where we don’t have to pretend to play this little game? I can’t stop loving you Sarah, but I can stop trying to show it. And you know that I’m here if you ever need someone to hold you.”
She continued to cry.
“I’ve known you’ve felt this way for a long time,” I told her, “I just wanted to be come and tell me.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You couldn’t hurt me.”
“I don’t want you to have to need me.”
“Sarah, I needed me to love you more than I ever needed you to love me. What has happened between us is a beautiful thing. God has told me to love you now, because we both will need it later on. Please don’t feel guilty.”
We looked at each other for a while.
She broke the silence with, “It’s not like I don’t love you, I do, and you know I’ll always be here,” she placed her hand on my chest, “but I’m just not ready.”
More silence passed.
“I had a cross necklace that I wanted to give you, something that I’ve had for a while that has been very special to me, but it feel out of my pocket today and I lost it.”
The tears poured from her eyes.
“I’m sorry.” I said.
After a few eternal silent moments of unending eye-contact, she finally kissed me on my cheek and said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” I said.