Sometimes the things we really want are right in front of us. We just don't see them.

Some of us get dipped in flat, some in satin, some in gloss...." He turned to me. "But every once in a while, you find someone who's iridescent, and when you do, nothing will ever compare.

Maybe my mother's right. Maybe there is more to Bryce Loski than I know. Maybe it's time to meet him in the proper light.

But in my heart I knew that just like the new grass, I wasn't strong enough yet to be walked on

I am a runner. That's what I do. That's who I am. Running is all I know, or want, or care about.

There's nothing like a headstrong woman to make you happy to be alive.

As much as thinking this upsets me, I'm starting to see that I need the merry-go-round much more than it needs me, and in the end my choice is to hop back on or get left in the dust.