This love story that I'm about to tell you is probably unlike anyone you've ever heard before. It is about GOD and I. I know you probably weren't expecting that, but that's ok :) It all started when I was about nine years old. He raised me, and grew me until I became exactly who he wanted me to be. I still have a very long way to go, but I am nothing like I was. He called me by name, and let me know he wanted to claim me as his. I gladly excepted, but I saw so many things getting in the way of us being together. I used to get distracted with boys, letting them rule my thoughts instead of him. Then, when I got hurt I would sink into a feeling of hopelessness. He always was there with his arm around my shoulder going "Baby, I have so much better things in store for you. How about you let me be bae for awhile?" He asked this of me a couple of times, and I finally listened. Some moments it was fun, and some moments it was really hard. There was always something trying to pull us apart. No matter how hard I tried, it always seemed impossible. It was times i completely gave up on our love, but he didn't give up. Every night he would knock on my door, and call me. He would whisper, "You are mine." I would laugh, and not really take it to heart. Then sometimes I would sit down and really think about it. I would think about what it really meant to be his, and tears would flow down my cheeks. I would wonder to myself why does this beautiful and magnificent being want me? Why? It's nothing special about me. He would softly erase that line of thinking, and reply "You are so beautiful." And when he says that he's talking about inside and out. He made each and every single one of us in his image, which is absolutely magnificent and flawless. He has that way with words, that just makes you feel so freaking special. I can't help, but leave his presence feeling great about myself. Sometimes he just does things so perfectly, that I have to stop in amazement. For example, I was really stressed out about my exams last week. I was just so frustrated and confused. Then out of nowhere my uncle sends me a religious paragraph. And it basically said cast all your worries upon the one who loves and cares for you. And I bet you can guess who that is. It was so on time, and relevant to what I was feeling, I couldn't help but give him praise. He is so sweet, and in tuned to my needs and wants. I want to serve him, and be with him for all of eternity. Life is not always going to be perfect, but he's always there. For better or for worse. He'll never leave your side. I know he loves me, because when I'm down, he lifts me back up. When I cry at night, he holds me. When I'm lonely, he talks to me. When I'm frowning, he makes me smile. When I'm confused, he gives me insight. When I'm lost, he finds me. When I was single, he married me. When I'm bored, he makes me laugh. When the moment is right, he kisses me. When I sinned, he saved me. And when I need to be loved, he's always there. I am in love with the master and the creator of the universe, the one who first loved me, the bearer of my sins, and the one that called me by my name.
Boys, don't be afraid to make your love story with GOD, he's genderless. Our patriarchal society just calls him "he", but in reality his being is way to vast to be confound to any gender.