The war has begun

After dinner, she went upstairs and showered and was left alone with her thoughts.

A smile graced her lips when she thought about the subject of her affection.

Michael.

The name occupied her mind, accompanied by its owner.

Thinking back to the first time she'd met him all those months ago in the empty classroom till then, a lot has happened between them.

Even now, just thinking about it brought about a joy that was too much for words.

Rose didn't think it was possible to feel what she felt but she was being proven wrong every day.

He'd told her who she was to him. She was guessing it had already been revealed to him as it had been to her.

She understood that it didn't mean that they would elope right away. Not much would change between them until they were both mature enough to take things farther.

They'd both be following their dreams together, finishing college, be closer to God more than ever, asking for the grace not to fall or waver.