Macon, wet from the raindrops for the first time.

I would love to say how nice it is to see you again, but that would be a lie. And I am nothing if not honest.

I was a fine arts major in college, and a painter for many years. And I found that, like writing, art is very similar.

Because saving the people you love isn't stupid. It isn't even a choice

So why did I think about her every second? Why was I so much happier the minute I saw her? I felt like maybe I knew the answer, but how could I be sure? I didn't know, and I didn't have any way to find out. Guys don't talk about stuff like that. We just lie under the pile of bricks.

Even when I didn't know anything else about where I was or what I was supposed to be doing. You were my Wayward, even then. Everything always brought me back to you. Everything.

Any book is a Good Book, and wherever they keep the Good Book safe is also the House a the Lord.