To Kayla, after a bad week
Kayla, you do not have to answer this. I just keep thinking about you sitting in that parking lot on Thursday.
There is a song at the bottom. It was on the radio the night we drove home from the lake with the windows down and cried laughing about the canoe. I thought of it and thought of you. Play it loud, in the car, with the windows down.
MAKE IT YOURS