A WHISPER OF GUILT. This isn’t one of those sweet, simple love…

They never needed big words. Not when a look, a hand, or a small laugh could say everything. When

It wasn’t a stage. Just a hillside, a fire pit, and two men watching the sun slip behind Oklahoma.

“I DON’T WANT THIS TO BE THE LAST TIME I SING.” No one could believe that moment. After months of

The room was quiet that evening, the kind of silence that carries weight. He knew the end was near