While on vacation when I was 18, I fell head over heels for a man named Jon. We bonded over a mutual love of scuba diving, and also over a faith in God.
Jon lived on the other side of the country, but we talked to each other from our respective colleges every day and made plans to see each other at Thanksgiving. Then, out of the blue, Jon cut me loose. He said that the Lord had told him not to talk to me anymore.
There were plenty of perfectly fair reasons for Jon to call it off: we lived far apart, our lives were just getting started, there were a ton of pretty women at his college... but a message from God? Come on. Turns out, this is actually a breakup line that's been used on plenty of people.