Time has stopped; time is racing. Lochie's lips are rough yet smooth, hard yet gentle. His fingers are strong: I feel them in my hair and on my neck and down my arms and against my back. And I never want him to let me go.

I want to tell her that I can't pull her down. I want to tell her that she has to let go of my hand in order to swim. I want to tell her that she must live her own life. But I sense she already knows that these options are open to her. And that she, too, has made her choice.

You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?

Time has stopped; time is racing. Lochie's lips are rough yet smooth, hard yet gentle. His fingers are strong: I feel them in my hair and on my neck and down my arms and against my back. And I never want him to let me go.

And I know how he feels–it’s so good it hurts.

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.