Sometimes I think that God is like the best friend I had back in kindergarten. We have gone our separate ways, not on sour terms, but we have gradually drifted apart. Whenever our paths cross, I say hello. Usually, our friendship represents a regret. I regret letting that one get away.
I’m not sure He knows anything about me now. I know he doesn’t know anything because I told him. I’ve tried to renew our friendship, but I don’t think I’m good enough or cool enough to hang out with Him. Everytime I try to be friends again, I go and screw something up. I regret letting this friendship drift apart, but I don’t know how to patch things up and bring us back together again. I’m not sure I am capable of doing it alone.
I feel like crying.
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