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We were talking at the table while waiting for our food. I realized how funny, and caring he is. The way he talks about his family. I can tell he truly loves them he has two happily married parents and a little sister and brother. And I couldn't help but smile the when he talked about his little 6 year old sister Isabelle.

After he was done telling me about his family, he asked me about mine. My happy smile turned to a sad smile. He apologized right away. But I told him it was alright. I figured I could open up to him. "When I was a little girl my father left me and my mother, and several years later my mom was killed in an accident. So I live with my aunt. And I'm an only child." I told him my family story. "I'm sorry I didn't know." He apologized. I told him it's ok. And that I needed to get it out of my system.

We continued to talk and laugh after that. We lost track of time and were probably there for about 2 hours.

After dinner he was walking me home. When I asked if we could take a break at the park. Honestly I didn't want him to take me home, I wanted this to continue forever. I have never had that much fun in my life. That's when I realized that I had let myself admit to myself that I had fallen for him.

We sat on two swings holding hands swinging slightly back and forth. It was silent but not a bad silent. I opened my mouth to say something but he beat me to it. "Would you want to come with me and my family to church on Sunday?" He asked me. I haven't stepped foot in a church since my mother had died. "O-ok. But I haven't been to church since the accident. And i don't think God wants me in his house." Tears trying to escape my eyes. I didn't know why that made me so. "What do you mean God doesn't want you in is house? Why wouldn't he?" He asked me. "Because he doesn't love me as it. If he loved me my father wouldn't have left, and he would have answered my prayers when my mother was dying asking him to let her live so I wouldn't be alone. But he didn't save her. And I have anxiety and depression. Why would he want someone who wants to cut themselves in his holy house?" Tears were flowing down my face. Tyler got up from his swing and squatted in front of me. He cupped my cheeks and wiped my tears off with his fingers. And looked at me with a serious but yet loving look in his eyes. "God doesn't hate. Bad things happen to good people not by God but by Satan. He wants to make us think God hates us. And your not alone I'm here for you. And God can help you if you are depressed. Trust me I went through depression too. But I went to church and it helped." "But I..." He cut me off with a kiss. "God loves you, and so do I." He said truthfully. "And I mean it." "I love you too Tyler." More tears came. But these tears were tears of joy.

We left the park and continued to walk towards my home. We held hands and our fingers were intertwined. And I asked him questions about God and Jesus and he answered all of them.

When we finally got to my house. He kissed me one last time and said he would see me on Sunday. I waited till he was no longer in view to go into the house.

When I opened up the door I saw my aunt and Dani waited at the bottom of the stairs smiling to their years. "What?" I asked. They both responded in unison, "Don't act like you don't know." My cheeks started to grow warm. "So you guys saw?" "YES!!"the both answered. They were excited and so happy for me. Dani decided to spend the night. And she would not let me got to sleep. She kept on throwing questions about him to me.

"He invited me to go to church with him on Sunday." She started freaking out. She has been trying to get me too go to church for the past 3 years. She was kinda jealous that he was able to get me to say yes to going to church with him. And for the first time in my life I was looking forward to church.

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