Not My Type

"You want to know what I think Littner sees? You want to know the truth? I think, to put it bluntly, he sees a woman that he desires sexually and thinks that I've beat him to the punch. All that aside, maybe it's you who can't let go of the racial aspect of this relationship. Don't pretend that it has anything to do with God. God will use whoever He chooses. We can't limit Him by our expectations. If you want to walk away, then be honest and say that you can't handle me being white." "Maybe I can't handle it. Maybe, you'd be better off with a white woman," she admitted candidly. "Is that what you want Marly? You really want me to be with another woman?" Noah raked his hand through his curly black hair in frustration. He lifted her chin and looked deeply into her eyes. "You need to do some thinking about us and decide whether we are worth it or not. I'll give you some time to sort through your convictions. You come to me when you are ready to deal with the fact that every couple faces adversity and we are no different. Trials and tribulations should bond us closer together, not rip us apart. You can either let go and let God, or you can choose to throw us away. I love you, Marly, but I won't wait around forever, and don't make me wait too long, or I just may take your advice.