Finding Momentum

So fresh­man year I met this girl, Sarah. She was pretty cool, if a lit­tle quirky. I liked that. She was way in love with God. I liked that. We had shared inter­ests and pas­sions. Unsur­pris­ingly, we became fast friends.

Time passed. Our friends thought we would get together that year. We weren’t. Sopho­more and junior years passed. We kept in touch with each other as friends. But Sarah, I fig­ured, wasn’t very inter­ested in me. Which was okay because I was just fine with our friendship.

Senior year rolls around and wow, I start devel­op­ing feel­ings for this amaz­ing friend of mine. This girl is beau­ti­ful and I’m notic­ing it now more than ever.

We have our the­o­ries why we didn’t get together in that period of time. I think it was tim­ing. There was a right time for our feel­ings to unfold. There was a right time for matu­rity to develop. There was a right time for us each to wres­tle with our iden­ti­ties and fears and inse­cu­ri­ties with Dad. There was a right time for our friend­ship to develop ahead of any­thing else.

Now’s the time. Oh man, I can’t describe to you how hope­ful and scared and down­right excited I am. Now I’ll let her tell her side of the story…