You can try to escape the story of your life, but you can’t. It happened… Heart broke. I knew you when you were young. Heart broke too. I will know you when we are old too. And maybe wise. I know you now. Your story. Mine isn’t the one I would have chosen in the beginning. But, I’ll take it. It is my story. It’s only mine. And, it’s not over.... - http://wearethedigitalkids.tumblr.com/post...