I still don't know what to do guys. I'm so lost. I just wanna do what is pleasing in God's eyes but I can't figure out if this is or this isn't.

I don't know what to dooooo :'(

On the train home, they sit next to each other holding hands. The morning sun streams into the carriage through the open windows. It is a beautiful day.

Playfully she squeezes out SOS in Morse code with the hand she clutches his with and feigns terror. "Help me, a chikopeh is holding my hand," she jokes.

He shakes his head, smiling, whips out his phone using his other hand and searches Morse code. Turning to her he asks, "Is it weird if we learn Morse?"

Together they stare at the translation sheet that Google churns out, hands still interlocked. He starts squeezing out letters: ·· ·–·· ––– ···– ...
She catches on quick and interrupts him with her own squeezing: ...· –·–– ––– ··–.

"I have no idea what you just did," he says quizzically, half-laughing at his own stupidity.

"Just completing your sentence," she replies.

He reaches in for a kiss, with a smile so bright it rivals the sunlight.

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