A long time ago, in a parking lot far, far away, no. This was before there even was a Star Wars.
I was sitting in the passenger side of the old blue Dodge with my brother-in-law. This car would one day become mine, but I didn’t know that then. It was his car, for jaunts to church or seminary or other errands, not the big family car we normally drove when we were all together. He stopped by his college for some reason, and I was with him. I can still smell the SoCal heat in that car mixed with a little dust and that recently turned-off car smell. We were talking.
If there was anyone on earth that I could trust to say these things to, it was him.
At that moment, I was the unhappiest I think I had ever been.