His Heart Was Mine
I had done something I could never change. I had made probably the biggest mistake of my life. I only ever wanted to do that with one person in my life, and now I didn’t know if that was the case. Just like the night before, I had a surge of hormones, emotions, and questions running through my head all at the same time. What if he leaves me? How can I ever show my face at my sunday school lessons for youth class ever again? Do my parents know? What an incredibly awesome experience. Do I really love him? I love him even more. He loves me. Does he love me?
The questions in the back of my head poured through my conscious brain like a migraine pounds through your entire head. I was scared, afraid, in love, devastated, and confused all at the same time. I wanted to talk to my boyfriend. I needed to get this straightened out. What if he leaves me? I would most likely die without him. I had given him everything, and now I thought that it wasn’t such a good idea. Now, he had my whole heart, and if he broke it this time, it could never be repaired because I could never give anyone else what I had given to him.
That night while I was at my youth bible study class, he stopped by the house. Nobody was home, but he must have snuck up to my room because when I got home there was a note and a little box on my dresser. The note told me of his undying love for me that he knew I was worried and scared, but he was always going to be there for me. Inside the box was a silver necklace with a red heart symbolizing he had given me his heart.
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