It just won’t be what you think.

You’ll be driving over the border between Arizona and California asking yourself why you’re alone only to realize every city you pass through, you have a group of friends who gave up a bit of themselves to watch you grow. You’ll realize that the highways aren’t the only thing that stitched together these towns but that there are people that played a part; that had a moment in your story where you were the farthest thing from alone.

I fell in love. I wasn’t what anyone ever told me it would be. But here I am. 

Thank you everyone for making the final Dangerous Summer… well… dangerous.

This last month, all I want to do is say I love you to everyone. Thank you for being apart of my story.