"But Ruth said, “Don’t force me to leave you; don’t make me go home. Where you go, I go; and where you live, I’ll live. Your people are my people, your God is my god; where you die, I’ll die, and that’s where I’ll be buried, so help me God—not even death itself is going to come between us!” (Ruth 1:16-17 MSG)
(Open RP. I need someone to be him) We've been walking and talking for what felt like hours. We had always been the best of friends, but sometimes I liked him more than that. I knew he didn't feel the same and I got over it. As we walked his pinky looped around mine and I smiled. He smiled also and we continued to walk. He slips his hand into mine and I blush. "Blushing are we?" He says mockingly.