But against love, the case was solid. Easily argued. And you could, indeed, hold it in your hand.

This was always the problem with my mother and me, I suddenly realized. There were so many things we thought we agreed on, but anythign can have two meanings. Like sides of a coin, it just matters how it falls.

Just like that, with one phone call, she was a daughter again.

If you're not getting hurt, you're not riding hard enough.

It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities.

During the long stretches of quiet two-lane highway, with the sun setting in the distance, it was somehow easier to say things aloud, and regardless of what was said, we just kept moving toward that horizon.

How ballsy it was to just assume you know, with one glance, the things another person could live without. As if it was the same for everyone, that simple.