Constantly running back to Jesus, constantly scrawling my thoughts down in run-on sentences, constantly wishing I could be near the ocean or on a different continent, constantly in need of good books and music. I'm not sure I'll ever be sure about all the rest.
His voice is the same. It soars right on cue and dips in familiar places and quivers ever so slightly and falters in the exact same spots I remember. The scratchy chords are still there, just where I left them. I listened to this song the night before my first day of seventh grade.
And now.. here I am, I suppose.
There are not enough words or facial expressions or overly dramatic hand gestures or unhuman sounds in the world to express how much I adore Logan Lerman.
