You know that rush you get when you do something for the first time? Where your heart flutters, your breathe shortens, the corners of your mouth rise? And right before it happens you think, am I really about to do this? And then you do it? You jump of the cliff into the water, you jump through a glass window, you volunteer to do something you've never done, you kiss that person for the first time, you take a risk!

I need a risk. A fun, impulsive decision because I'm young. Isn't that the reason you tell yourself why you shouldn't do things? Don't worry about it, you're young! Well I'm not getting any younger and the days keep passing. Can't we just close our eyes, lock hands, smile and jump?

Whoever takes that risk is one lucky person. I promise.