So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.

I hate you." I love you." You're a freak, you know that? Everyone says so. They always have." I'm trying not to be.

Maybe these are my glory days, and I'm not ever realizing it because they involve a ball.

The inside jokes weren't jokes anymore. They had become stories. Nobody brought up the bad names or the bad times. And nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

My dad said I did the right thing. I hope I did, but it's hard to tell sometimes.

And I guess I realized at that moment that I really did love her. Because there was nothing to gain, and that didn't matter.

I can see it. This one moment when you know you’re not a sad story. You’re alive. And you stand up and see the lights and the buildings and everything that makes you wonder. And you’re listening to that song in that drive with the people you love most in this world. And in this moment I swear… we are infinite.