I want you to know two things:
1.) I'm still alive. Jesus didn't kill me for my honesty.
2.) Jesus is here with me now.

A couple of nights after my rant, he met me in a car on a deserted stretch of windy road. We, and my roommate too, spoke for hours. He brought peace with him, and in our intimacy, we three, we found heaven.

Thanks Jesus. I still don't understand, but at least I know I like you anyway.