You flambe one car and now you think every song with fire is about you," Logan says. "Get over yourself, Catalano.

There are no detours on a road trip, Catalano. There is only the road trip itself

Low expectations give me the gift of surprise sometimes.

I cover my eyes with both hands. I think I'm either going to vomit or cry. At the moment, I can't decide which would make me feel better. I part my fingers to look at Matty. "It was only a few emails and texts.""A few?""And maybe I showed up at ShopRite once or twice when he was getting off work."Good way to keep busy after a breakup. Hoping incarceration would fill those empty hours?" Matty says.

I know women are supposed to stand on their own and all. I get that. But every once in a while it doesn't hurt to wish for a fairy godmother, a little magic, and a happy ending.

You're lucky. You're getting this over with now. You only fall in love for the first time once.""That's very Taylor Swift of you," I say.

First I lost my heart. Then I lost my mind.

It's quiet in the car, in a good way for once. No words, no music. Silence seems right. I roll down the windows and lean my head against the door frame, listening to the wind rush by and smelling the pine trees. I watch the stars materialize, like someone is dimming the switch on the night sky so each shining dot grows brighter and brighter.

I don't know how long we stay that way, but we watch the sun go down together. The giant, burnt-orange sphere sinks towards the horizon, coloring the rock layers until it's gone and the canyon is covered in shadow.