That's The Thing About Faith. It Works.

This Is The Past: It Drifts, It Gathers. If You Are Not Careful, It Will Bury You.

I Put My Forehead On His Collarbone, Place One Hand On His Chest. Its Rhythm Reassures Me: He Is Real, And He Is Now.

That's My Favorite Thing About Him. I Like To Lie Next To Him When It's Late, Dark, And So Quiet I Can Hear My Own Heartbeat. It's Times Like That When I'm Sure That I'm In Love.

The Past Is Nothing But A Weight. It Will Build Inside Of You Like A Stone.

In One Of The Tents, Julian Is Sleeping. And In Another: Alex