We were sun burned and bruised sitting in the backseat of his mom’s mini van when I thought that maybe I could be in love. I could be in love with this boy who's hand is in mine and head on my shoulder and we are both falling asleep on the car ride home. This boy who caught me off guard, when I’m always the girl that has her guard up.

But then I woke up to the stinging reality that I could never fall in love with a boy without faith; in God, himself, or me.