'My fingers run over the tattoo on her wrist. I cant help but think...'
'What if she never came to that party freshman year?'
'What if she never stepped into my room?'
'What if she never went to London?'
'What if she never returned?'
'What if she never let me touch her? kiss her? love her?'
'What if she died that night in the parking lot?'
'What if she never listened to her father?'
'What if she never got on that plane?'
'What if we never made up?'
'In the end the ifs don't matter anymore. She loved them all away.'
-Lincoln Daniels.
