“For how long did this go on?”
“4 years. We went to church and everything. Like, all the time. So boring.”
“FOUR years? And you didn’t get any closer to Jesus?”
“I was hoping for fake-it-till-you-make it, but nothing. Jesus just wasn’t reaching out. Him and Jesus, on the other hand, best buddies. In fact he admitted to me that he was hiding how incredibly serious he was about Jesus, because he thought it would turn me off, and he wanted me to stay because he was so attracted to me!”
Her voice drops and breaks. I hand over the kleenex box with a well practiced move.
“We both cried when breaking up. We were so in love. Sex was so great.”