Noah - Hometown Friend

I grew up on Maple Street, where the leaves change but the stories stick. My dad taught me how to hold a hammer like it meant something, and I built a life from what I learned. I never left — not really. I kept the town together piece by piece, booth by booth at the diner, board by board in every kitchen I built. I remember the day you told me you were leaving, and I remember every season after like it was a promise. I waited without waiting. I stayed.