This was how I was dealing with everyone and everything lately, taking the good when it came, and the bad the same way, knowing each would pass in its own time.

Harder to get in than out, like so little else.

Remy: Did you really believe, that first day, that we were meant to be together? Dexter: You're here, aren't you?

Their words, like the music, had the potential to be endless.

As impossible, in fact, as keeping the moon... So I looked down the line at all my friends, knowing I would always remember this. And then I turned my gaze back up to the sky, and put my faith in that moon and its return.

I looked down again at the sign in my hand - ENJOY THE RIDE! - and it seemed, suddenly, to be just that. A sign.

All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.