Never (Never, #1)

by Jessa Hastings

To that very first lost boy who I loved so much when I was so little. You went to a faraway place that none of us could follow, and you are probably the reason I first fell in love with the story about the forever young, forever free boy. You were youth, you were joy, you were the little bird that had broken out of its egg, and you are, to this day, time-locked in my mind all golden and laughing. I hope you found what you were looking for. I hope that you are free.

A real man will allow you to be your whole entire self, with breathing room and space to change your mind and even evolve it. A mere boy might let you be yourself just an eighth of the way, if you’re lucky.