If you had a choice to live or to simply survive what would you choose? Would you choose to really live, to make memories that will last a life time, or would you be content with a perpetual diagnosis of boredom?
Personally I chose the latter, and life was easy: great grades, great school, no drugs, alcohol, or parties, sure I was alone, but so what; basically I was every parents dream daughter. Every yesterday was a carbon-copy of today and tomorrow. Until I met him. He chose to live, really live, and I was intoxicatingly in love with his entire being. But everyone knows that after every high there is a moment of realisation that nothing can ever be the same, but would I really mind?
