I sat with him on a secluded beach under the light of the stars, our socks and shoes sitting on a rock, our toes in the water. He lit up a cigarette, and I loved the danger he exuded.

It wasn't healthy for me, but I tried it as well. I gagged and then handed it back to him (never will I try it again; it tasted awful).

In no way was it a healthy relationship. It was only supposed to be a summer fling. But he made my eyes light up, and I wanted the summer to last forever.

I look back on that night. And I was free that night. At one point you went to bed, but I walked to the outdoor chapel and sang my heart out until 4:30 AM. I was truly free. He lit a spark in me that was equal pieces of rebellion and God-seeking. I was inspired by the beauty of the night. The glow of the search lights and docks across the lake reflected on the water, and "We'll Be the Stars" by Sabrina Carpenter came on. "We are young, we are gold, trying things we didn't know, looking at the sky, see it come alive, all our fears became our hopes."

I measure my life in relationships, the people I come into contact with, and because of that, the experiences had with others become instilled in me like a Potter and his clay. I thought I'd share this story and a photo from the place it happened today. The pictures were taken when I went back to the place and watched it all happen again in my mind.