In the dark yet illuminated night, my four closest friends and I drove the empty roads of Maine. We all came from different states and had met four years earlier at summer camp. Different than my home friends, they were the type to lift each other up, rather than jokingly tear each other down. Being with them was a thrilling relief, but it hurt to know we could only all be together for a short time once a year. 
    Suddenly, Taylor Swift came on to the car radio, and just from the first two seconds of the song we all excitedly celebrated what was about to play, Love Story. A song we'd known since we were seven years old. Anna, who was driving the car, immediately twirled up the volume, and we all rolled down our windows to perform for the perfectly quiet forest around us. The first lyrics of the song spilled out,