Not gonna write you a love song...err story...or am I?

Lately, I've been toying with the idea of writing stories. I remembered that as a child I often would write short stories, and wondered where my desire for that had gone.

Apparently, it hasn't gone that far. I just didn't think it would be a good use of my time. But I thought about how maybe it could reach a certain kind of person in a way I'm not reaching others currently. Even fictional stories can give the message of hope to a hurting world (I've realized this after reading "Redeeming Love" by Francine Rivers and then watching the short film "Butterfly Circus" by Josh Weigel) They could even bring about change through God's grace. So, I'm gonna give it a shot!

I've started out with a love story. Of course, haha. ;-) Below is a snippet. Please let me know what you think. If you are an author, I'd love to hear about what you are doing.

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Serah and Caleb stood at the door. Whenever they were about to say good-bye, she became aware of a certain gravity in her heart. It must have shown on her face as she stared off into the dark of the night behind Caleb.

As if this look on her face alerted him to examine her, he stood there.

Her focus came back to him. His eyes seemed to say he knew and that maybe he wanted to reassure her of something.

Not wanting to get her hopes up, she straightened herself ready to say something casual like, "Welp, see you later!" But that gravity in her heart seemed to make it's way into her throat. Wait...don't speak.

A kiss. Warm, comfortable, reassuring, and loving. Caleb had leaned into Serah and kindly kissed her beneath her left eye on the very top of her cheek. Overwhelmed with hope and desire and filled with delight, Serah froze. Caleb stepped back, smiling with care. Serah couldn't tell if she was smiling back.

"Is he waiting for me to say something? Should I return the kiss? Oh shoot, stop thinking he's gonna walk away soon! Hurry, do something." But Caleb never budged. So Serah smiled, stood on her tippy-toes and lightly pecked his cheek, she couldn't remember which side. All she knew was that it felt like there were warm golden specks on her own.

Caleb didn't know what he was waiting for, but it seemed to be the response he hoped for. Seemingly satisfied he told her good night.

"Good night Caleb..."

She closed the door and let out a big sigh. Her mind filled with wonder. "How will I sleep tonight? Oh, it was just a kiss on the cheek and we're good friends. That's all it was. A friendly gesture...right? But he's never done this before." Her heart ached momentarily, but sleepiness soon hit her with a yawn. "It'll make more sense in the morning, I guess."

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