Told you. Everything sounds better in the car wash.

As far as I was concerned, we'd come to a draw: I hadn't wanted to come, and she didn't want me to leave. We were even. But I knew my mother wouldn't see it that way. Lately, we didn't seem to see anything the same.

You can't love anyone that way more than once in a lifetime. It's too hard and it hurts too much when it ends.

She tried to be someone people liked. She tried to be someone people disliked. But all I became was someone who didn't succeed with anything I tried to be.

And like my dad always said, the first step is always the hardest.

She took the sun when it came and the rain the same way.

With love like that, you can't get pick about how it finds you or the details. All that matters is that it's there. Better late than never.