But as was so often the case, it was the one person missing who you thought about more than the ones who were right in front of you.

It hadn't even occured to me that somebody would believe mine.

There comes a point when things are undeniable and can't be hidden any longer. Even from yourself.

If something doesn't work exactly right, or maybe needs some special treatment, you don't just throw it away. Everything can't be fully operational all the time. Sometimes, we need to have the patience to give something the little nudge it needs.

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.

Like so many before them, they didn't care that my dad was only the messenger. They still wanted to shoot him.

So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.