Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

And even if somebody else has it much worse, that doesn't really change the fact that you have what you have. Good and bad.

I know that things get worse before they get better because that’s what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.

Patrick started driving really fast, and just before we got to the tunnel. Sam stood up, and the wind turned her dress into ocean waves. When we hit the tunnel, all the sound got scooped up into a vacuum, and it was replaced by a song on the tape player. A beautiful song called “Landslide.” When we got out of the tunnel, Sam screamed this really fun scream, and there it was. Downtown. Lights on buildings and everything that makes you wonder. Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

He's a wallflower. You see things. You keep quiet about them. And you understand.

Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense.

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