D.C., Baltimore, Philadelphia, Austin... and you. I'll be there soon.

As if at the age of eighteen life already sucked beyond any hope of improvement.

This is what daughters did. They left, and came home later with lives of their own.

Maybe I'd just figured out there were some things you were better off not knowing

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

Looking back, it seemed like it should have been harder to lose someone, or have them lose you, especially when they were in the same state, only a few towns over.

This is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They don’t jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them, or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait, so you have to keep going.