The beauty of Sunday mornings is that you get to wear your most adorable outfit, sit in one of those mahogany benches, marvel at the exquisite architecture and flower arrangements and of course, spot your crush a few seats ahead you.
But this morning was different. First of all, the floral arrangements were missing. Everything was bare. I'm not into making critics about these things but the altar simply looks "un-altaric" without the flowers.
Aside from that, there was no spot your crush moment[because he's currently in Cebu leaving me melancholic. :'( ], instead what i spotted were the mud spots on my canvas shoes[starting to really hate walking to church].
Then it hit me. I wasn't there to marvel at stuff or ogle over something i could never have. I was there for God. Sunday mornings are supposed to be pious mornings.
I took a deep breath and listened to the gospel.
It's time to be better friends. May the Lord God help us.
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