It was hard to remember what the yard had looked like even twelve hours before, undisturbed and pristine. Like it takes so little to change something, but to make you forget the way it once was, as well.

I was just stock in the middle, vague and undefined.

Eventually, it wasn't even your dad I wanted, just anybody. Anybody at all.

That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.

Quiet and incredible. I really envy that.

If there was a way to recognize something you'd never seen but still knew by heart, I felt it as I looked at his face. Finally, someone understood.