Sometimes, you have to manufacture your own history. Give fate a push, so to speak.

Isn't that the way everything begins? A night, a love, a once and for all.

Everything in life had its phases, and if you were smart, you learned to appreciate them all. What really mattered, though, were the people in those moments with you. Memories are what we have and what we keep, and I held mine close. The ones I knew well, like a night on the beach with a boy who would always live in my heart, and the ones yet to come with another.

For you, I wish for second chances