"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
One morning in college, I woke up, got ready and drove to a church to buy myself a purity ring. My heart ached a little bit at the thought of it, because even at that time, the last word that I would have used to define myself was "pure."
"If we preach all the verses against lust and seduction and sexual sin (which we should), then we also need to teach all the verses on beauty and creativity and romance and awesome sex."