Suddenly, I was just sure he was going to kiss me. He was there, I could feel his breath, the ground solid beneath us. But then something crossed his face, a thought, a hesitation, and he shifted slightly. Not now. Not yet. It was something I'd done so often - weighing what I could afford to risk, right at that moment - that I recognized it instantly. It was like looking in a mirror.

And like my dad always said, the first step is always the hardest.

If things don't work out the way you want, hold your head up high and be proud. And try again. And again. And again!

All those clean, fresh starts had made me forget what it was like, until now, to be messy and honest and out of control. To be real.

But it was important to simply be sought, even if you didn‟t ever want to be found.

Why does she have wings?' So she can fly.

I didnt pay atteniton to times or distance, instead focusing on how it felt just to be in motion, knowing it wasn't about the finish line but how I got there that mattered.