Things I wouldn’t tell just anyone. But you’re different.
I can't park my car. I used to be a good parker. Then I started driving a minivan. I can recognize my (very) popular colored van not by make and model or license plate number but by the one tan van that is very crookedly parked. I feel like apologizing every time I get in or out. "Sorry about that. I can't park my car."
Too, too, cute!
I see Rachel’s beautiful eyes.