The night is young when we decided to jump in to the water, although it's a little rebelious when the sign warn us not to dive. We never want to waste our youthful days so we swim right away without even thinking of anything. Between the laughter and the lively conversation of our friends here we are seated on the opposite side of the pool, secretly glancing at each other and occasionally checking if we're still there. There's no connection between us yet there is, our feelings is not mutual yet it feels like it is, we don't strike that conversation yet we had thousands of it before. It's complicated I know. You still have Her in mind, and I still have Him in mine. This confusing circle we're walking to, when will it end? What is God's purpose for doing this?

The night is still young, and so we are, but let this be one of our secrets as we dive.