We have had many lives before this one. Some together, some apart. Never forgotten, never satisfied. Teenagers don’t know anything. But we wanted each other. 2009 was a full year. High school is never dull. That summer was no exception… 2012 was just as illusive. We said hello almost as quickly as we said goodbye. Travel, moving, even more changes were yet to happen. So the wind whispered “not yet”… Our pain brought us together. 2018 was a year of healing. The year we got to see ourselves. To triumph in our own reflections and where we broke our final layer of glass to reveal the pure hearts in their true form… entwined… destined… as if foretold to be this imperfect puzzle we put together every day. For tears are but an ingredient for perfection.