•Amyra's POV•

He was thoughtful about his answer. "There are so many possible explanations to that question. I think the best thing to know is that he loves you just the way you are.

"When I was going through homosexuality, I tried to find that love that wasn't satisfiable. I did things I'm too scared to admit, I hurt my parents trust, I strayed from God every single day. I hurt everyone I had loved because I thought I wasn't deserving of it. I was unlovable because I was gay. At the time, it wasn't widely accepted. I was so terrified of everything until I met my first boyfriend. He was so confident in his sexuality. I followed suit. We did everything together. I hid him from my parents. I wanted him to be my secret, but even that felt wrong.

"There was only one time when I had truly felt complete, and that's when he kissed me for the first time. It was, something I'd never felt before. But because he was a secret, I felt guilty. But you know, this comes down all to say that no matter who I was with, the only one I felt truly like myself was when I was with Jesus. When I met Jesus, it was like what I knew about myself completely fell away.

"Once I met Him, I dumped my boyfriend and completely committed my life to Him. It wasn't until I was completely delivered from my homosexuality that I truly felt free. I was so confined in that mentality, I was so heartbroken all the time, never feeling like I was truly Aden."

I couldn't look him in the eyes anymore. I just looked at the ground. It felt like I'd been stabbed, everything hurt, it was like he had walked through my mind and read them aloud to me. I wanted what he had. I wanted to feel loved, I wanted to feel like I had found myself. Even with all of the people now who are like me, I felt so out of place.

Out of no where, I blurted. "I want what you have." I didn't know if I meant it, I didn't know if that's really what I wanted, but I knew I needed it. I looked at him, and his eyes welled up with tears.

"You—" He stumbled. "You want Jesus?"

With tears forming in my eyes, I nodded. "When I was listening to Pastor Sean last night about forming a mound of clay into a beautiful pot, I have always felt like that mound of clay. Stuck in one form, in one position. I want to be formed into something else. I want to find that love that you have found."

The look in his eyes was something I wish I could look at forever. I have never felt so much warmth radiate from him before. "Pray with me."

So I did. I prayed the prayer that I thought I would never pray. I felt like I was finally doing something right this time, I felt like if he had found love in someone other than people, that I could too.

When the prayer finished, I laughed. We wrapped our arms around each other in a tight embrace. I felt different, I felt right.

"I want you to remember something Amyra." He said softly into my ear. "Never give up hope. No matter what your home life is like, no matter what happened to you in the past, find your way back to Him. This is a step in the right direction, but don't stop here."

We let go of each other; we were both crying. I laughed a little, and he did along with me.

"Thank you, Aden. I felt like I was supposed to meet you this week. I'm sorry about being so grumpy towards you."

"Don't worry about it. We can start our friendship off the right way now."

After that, we walked back up and to the cabins. I said goodnight to him and went back to my room. I felt like a new person. I wanted more of this, and I never wanted it to stop.