The Prayer.

Dear God,

I know you’re up there, and I don’t mean to threaten but if you don’t listen to me I think I might die. I know it’s wrong to judge, and I know it’s wrong to be jealous, but I’m consumed by both these emotions. You see, I broke up with my boyfriend.

Now I know that may not seem too important in the greater scheme of life, but keep focused if you don’t mind me asking. He was Abercrombie-ready. You could wrap him up and send him away, and he’d come out of the package exactly like you left him. He’d still smell like money, and he’d still be smokin’ hot.

I can only stand so much, though, and you should already know that if you’re so omniscient. Abercrombie-boy was cheating on me. He was acting like there was nothing wrong with it. You want to know the most ironic twist? He still claims he loves me. He might, but that doesn’t mean I can’t forgive him.

See, he was mine, not hers. We, and I quote, belonged together, unquote. But then along comes this stupid brunette bitch-wait, back up a few words and pretend I never said that. I didn’t mean to disrespect you like that.

No, this nasty brunette with the ugliest buck teeth you’ve ever seen…she sniffed the money that practically pooled from him, and chatted him up. Now Abercrombie-boy said this was nothing, but then they were hanging out. And then she wanted to be my friend. What could I do about this?

Well, what could I do? I’m only sixteen, God. I can’t muster up some kind up awesome, raw power like you! I did what any other paranoid girl could do; I watched them. And the moment I saw their picture perfect lips lock, I wrote him off my list.

And now he wants me back. He says he’s not seeing that other girl, but I don’t think I have the willpower to believe him, or even pretend to. I wish I could forgive him, but the thing is…I kind of don’t want to. I want him to apologize, and make everything okay on his own.

So I’m asking you, God. Send me a sign, would you please? Let me know that this will all blow over, because I know that somewhere in my mind I know it, but I can’t believe that just yet.

I promise I’ll never ask you for anything so trivial ever again. It’s just, my heart is breaking and I don’t know how to fix it. I need your help, and I beg that you’ll give it to me.

Sincerely, J.B.

(Sarah Lynn, 2007)