“And so I just kept writing to myself.”

“I decided I would fill the emptiness in me with God and with paint.”

“I didn’t answer. We were not buddies. We could not chat about the proximity of our offices, or football, or forgiveness.”

“We kissed each other until we were too tired to keep going. I could still feel him holding back. It was my penance for what I had done to him. All I could do was hope the walls would fall an...”

“I told him I had once lost everything I had, too, and that I think that can be God’s way of building walls around us to force us to look up at Him.”