I took his wildness from him and tried to fold it into myself, filling up the empty spaces all those second place finishes left behind.

It was just one of those things," I said, "You know, that just happen. You don't think or plan. You just do it.

If he'd been any other boy, and this was any other world, I would have kissed him. Nothing could have stopped me.

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

I was heading off to my new world. But I was taking a part of my past, and the future, along with me for the ride.

The first boy was always the hardest.

It didn't make you noble to step away from something that wasn't working, even if you thought you were the reason for the malfunction. Especially then. It just made you a quitter. Because if you were the problem, chances were you could also be the solution. The only way to find out was to take another shot.