Third person allows a deeper exploration of the relationships between characters. We can see their misunderstandings and hear what they think about each other. We can create a more complex structure with various story threads running parallel.

What I do . . . the path I tread . . . it brings some choices that test me hard.

Stronger than iron crueler than death sweeter than springtime it lives beyond breath

But I believe we all have an inner goodness; a little flame that stays alight through the worst of trials.

This had been real: real in its flaws and uncertainties, real in its small triumphs, real in its compromises and understanding.

You know not, yet, the sort of love that strikes like a lightning bolt; that clutches hold of you by the heart, as irrevocably as death; that becomes the lodestar by which you steer the rest of your life. I would not wish such a love on anyone, man or woman, for it can make your life a paradise, or it can destroy you utterly.

Your actions are your own. Your choices are your own. Each of us carries a burden of guilt for decisions made or not made. You can let that rule your whole life or you can put it behind you and move on. Only a madman lets jealousy determine the course of his existence. Only a weak man blames others for his own errors.