But those words were only the middle of the story. There was a beginning here, too.

Being a star requires risk-taking shoes.

I just have to be super strong when it comes to my work time. Shut the browser, ignore the email alerts, and just WRITE.

“In Truth,” I said, “there are no rules other than you have to tell the truth.” “How do you win?” he asked. “That,” I said, “is such a boy question.

I was running from one problem or place to another, with no time left to study, or sleep, or just breathe. I felt pulled in all directions, fighting to keep all these obligations circling in the air above me. It was only a matter of time before something fell.

I thought of all the times we'd been together, how I kept coming closer, then retreating, while he stayed right where he was. A constant in a world where few, if any, really existed.

I am coming to terms with the fact that loving someone requires a leap of faith, and that a soft landing is never guaranteed.