It was after classes, and I happened to wander back into the church. I walked inside of it, and I walked to the front. I sat down on the pew in the front of the church and stared at the cross in front of me with Jesus on it.
I know the right thing to do right now was to speak to God. My family would want me to keep a strong relationship with him, and that's what I'm going to do. Not that I had much of a relationship with him. My faith kind of just faded I guess. Maybe one day I'd see light again. Maybe one day I'd be a good person.
I closed my eyes, and I laced my fingers together and I took a deep breathe.
"God.. I know we aren't close anymore.. and to be honest.. my faith has dissapered- I'm sorry. Maybe one day you could show me the light again.. if there is one" I mumble softly.
