Maybe If I Were Josh Groban . . .
I keep telling myself, “Mine is not a normal love story.” I want to hear the violins, I do. But all I hear right now is rain pelting my window. And I know if I have any chance of seeing Maria, I’ve got to get to El Yunque and hike through the park to the other side of the mountain. Fourteen miles. God, I hope the rain stops soon. My life isn’t a movie, it’s a trailer spliced together from bits left on the cutting room floor. I really need some encouragement.
— Will Gray