I remember my dad telling me all the stories of his epic romance with my mom. Their first words to each other, the first time they kissed, when my mom proposed, their marriage, going to college together, all the ups and downs. He told me everything from ski lodges to high fives. Cory and Topanga, the greatest couple ever. Even among my friends they were legendary. Until they weren't anymore.
Fake.
The fall of my freshman year was when the crushing on boys and girl gossip vanished. That Fall made it official. My mother ripped my world to shreds in a cheating scandal with her boss. Cory and Topanga turned into Cory Matthews and Topanga Lawrence—strangers.
The divorce soon became the least of my worries. That winter was when my dad died. The great Cory Matthews had fallen victim to a car crash. A drunk driver collided with him as he was driving to pick me and my brother up from my mom's. I remember at the funeral she cried, but I didn't. I was too numb to feel anything. After the crash my mom moved us out to New York, where I met Maya Hart.
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Fiksi Penggemarall we do is drive - in which he liked night drives and crisp air and she liked the feel of the rain and the sound of thunder - cover credits to badassmalia on Instagram
