But even if you have what everyone else wants- if it isn't what you want, it isn't what you want

Not. Your. Fault." I nodded again, holding onto his words like they were redemption.

I watched him pull his t-shirt over his head. I could put hin on replay doing that and watch it all day.

I don't believe there's a reason for everything, and having faith doesn't mean I'm blind. I believe people make poor choices. I believe bad things happen to good people. I believe there's evil in the word that I will never understand, but will never stop fighting.

People rarely said what they thought, or revealed how they felt. No one was honest.

Brooke?” I puff out a sigh. “For chrissake, Reid, who do you think it is? And haven’t you put me into your contacts yet?” “Yeah... It just says Satan, though, and I forgot I’d assigned that title to you.

So when do we get to the junk-kicking?