I've always written in first person. It gives the readers more insight.

And that was it. All this buildup to a great leap, and I didn't fall or fly. Instead I found myself back on the edge of the cliff, blinking, wondering if I'd ever jumped at all. It's not supposed to be like this.

Nah," I said. "But if it does, just tell him I said to get back on the bike." "What?" "He'll understand.

The health of the people I love is all that really matters in this world. Period.

In the summer, the days were long, stretching into each other. Out of school, everything was on pause and yet happening at the same time, this collection of weeks when anything was possible.

Relationships dont always make sense. Especially from the outside

I thought again how you could never really know what you were seeing with just a glance, in motion, passing by. Good or bad, right or wrong. There was always so much more.