“Don't have regrets or second thoughts." she told me" Love, love with all your heart,every piece of it.Love anything as much as you can.”

“Tell me a secret Dylan, something you've never told anyone else," I said keeping my eyes on the stars.He don't say anything, his breathing light, body relaxed.Sighing, his breath tickling my shin when he whispered in my ear,"I love you.”

“I'm done pretending you don't mean anything to me.That you still don't.I loved you.I love you now,here.The bone deep shit that you try to capture in a song or a movies or a book, that kind of shit. It's the type of love that words can't compare to. I still love you. I never stopped. Time apart never changed that for me.”

“What would yo do for a piece of forever? What would you do to love more,feel more, and live more?”

“I believe that people come into your life and then some go.I also think there's a purpose as to why they were in your life at all.Each one takes a piece of you when they go.Some leave pieces of themselves with you.Sometimes its's wisdom, or maybe,it's a lesson.”

“You were made to love me." he said against my lips."Only me.I know. I whispered.”

“What made them love you now when they didn’t before?I’ll tell you why. You had the balls to do what they never did. You got inside the car and pushed yourself to be the best. You did that. No one else did.What they don’t understand is that there will always be confessions that bared no sound and lived inside my head, my heart, and were my own desire. They were my own aspirations and something they never took the time to discover.I race for me. It’s not selfish. It’s me being me.I do it because that’s what I am and what is embedded into every fiber of my being.I race for the adrenaline, the power, the rumbling in my chest when behind the wheel. The sense of belonging in a sport that’s quick to prove you’re nothing but still, I race for me. That is what defined me.”