She is seventeen.
I am fifty - two.
She doesn`t yet know
who she will become.
I already know
who I no longer want to be.
We see the world differently.
She believes her whole life
is still ahead of her.
And, unexpectedly,
so do I.
We don`t have to agree.
Love doesn`t require us
to make the same choices.
We share the same genes.
Not the same destiny.
We are both beginning...