“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.”

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

“Jimi used tell us your life was all about the laps within the race. Some you lead, some you hang back and watch, others your lapped traffic. Then there are the flying laps when life flies and you've made the most ground and accomplished what you set out to do. Then one day the race is over, your laps are done. You're left with the memories of the laps led, as they were what matter most in the setting time.”

“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.”

“You’re acting like a child!” was one brave reporter’s response when I denied his interview. Was I acting like child?No, I didn’t think I was. They didn’t understand any of this if they thought that.You know, sometimes I wanted to take their hands and place the truth in it. I wanted to give them everything I had. Sometimes I wanted to act like they treated me and show them how childish I could be. I wanted to give them the weight of everything I felt and let them be the goddamn judge of this shit.Sometimes I wanted to vent, scream, and give it all away. Here, you take my talent. Take my life you feel the need to criticize every moment of the day. Take everything I have and you deal with the shit. You see what you can make of it since you seem to think I’m doing so badly. I wanted them to feel the pressure, the inadequateness, the letdown, all of it.”

“I began to understand that my life was measured in moments. There were moments that tested you, challenged you, and moments that could make you fall to your knees, begging for one more moment but you see, those moments defined you as a person. You need to take them as they come because before you know it, you're out of moments.”

“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.”