Don't be an asshole," the guy snapped as he cracked a freshie. "Oh, right, because two in this group would be overkill.

A book unopened alters not the ink on it's pages

Destiny was a machine built over time, each choice that you made in life adding another gear, another conveyor belt, another assemblyman. Where you ended up was the product that was spit out at the end—and there was no going back for a redo. You couldn‟t take a peek at what you‟d manufactured and decide, Oh, wait, I wanted to make sewing machines instead of machine guns; let me go back to the beginning and start again. One shot. That was all you got.

When she didn't continue, he shrugged. "Just let me bring you coffee. I want to wait on you. Makes me happy

You're so very naked," she whispered against his shoulder. He smiled into her hair. "So are you.

The hardest thing is being with other people — it's like they're on a different wavelength, but only you know it. They talk about their lives and what's wrong with them, and you kind of, like, just let them go. It's a whole different language, and you've got to remember that you can only respond in their mother tongue. It's really hard to relate.

She is more beautiful than I have words for. And last night, I was blessed beyond measure to serve her.