The Father,Son, and Holy spirit
"W-what?" I stared deep into her eyes, my heart clenched for her. She held my hand,and I stared at her.
"Sean you don't understand, I know it's difficult. This isn't the life I want. I didn't choose it." She exclaims tears falling from her eyes. I stood and stepped away from her.
"You didn't have to choose, it is the life that our God gave to you, he chose the body you have, your heart, your soul. If you were destined to be a boy it would be the life he chose for you." I wiped her tears. She pulled my hands off her face.
We sat in silence and her eyes looked deep, lost to her thoughts. She finally spoke after a while of silence.
"I don't know if I believe in that anymore." She sighed. I disregard the blatant state of atheisim, and send a silent prayer to God hoping he would forgive my girlfriend for such a thought.
"Are you sure, you're not like gay or something?" I suggested, surely something like this wasn't anything she could be. It wasn't unheard of but, in my communituy it was greatly frowned upon.
"No, I would know. I want to be a guy, every time I look in the mirror I hate my girly features. I hate the long hair, I hate the dresses in my closet, the standards I have to live up to. I don't want to be a girl anymore." She frowns and brushes her long hair out of her face.
"But why would you mess with the life God gave you? If he truly believed your life would be better off living as a male then he would let it be. I will pray for you tonight and I suggest you do the same." I sigh and look back at her. Even though I intended to be comforting I wasn't.
"I love you a lot Sean, more than a lot of people in my life. But I don't know why I thought you would accept me. " She gets up and heads for the door.
"No! Wait don't leave, if that's what you want,-" I get up to follow her. "-then who am I to stop you. I don't know what you're going through, but if I do know something, it's that I love you. And if you truly wish to change yourself, then, then.. God should accept you as I do now" I looked back at her, swiping her hair out of her face.
She cried more, and fell into my arms, I sighed in content. I thought God never made any mistakes, but if she truly belives this, then I guess he did make it.