Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if my life had not been changed so much when I was fifteen. I can't help but think that I would be bored to death. It seems impossible that I haven't lived my entire life here, that I haven't spent forever with the one I love, that I ever lived where I used to.

I would say that this is my story, but that's not true. This could not be told by a single person. It's a story of love, hate, loss, and secrets, and it is too much for any one person to tell. So it would be a lie to say that this is my story. It's much more than that.

Because this is our story.