I'm not sure how long we sit in Josh's truck, holding hands, surrounded by darkness and unspoken regrets. But it's long enough to know that there are no stories or secrets in the world worth holding onto more than his hand.

“I don't know if I'm okay. It shouldn't be possible to be this close to another …”

“there are no stories or secrets in the world worth holding onto more than his h…”

“I've done goodbyes before, and I can do this one, too. Somehow this one hurts w…”

“I haven’t started counting yet. I wonder if it’s just me or if it’s like that f…”