And maybe if the story had a happy ending, it wouldn't be so hard to admit that it is the story of our lives.
It doesn't have to be. They made mistakes so that we wouldn't. Why are you making their fate our own? We are not the same as them.
I don't want you to come to me in twenty years to see the baby that is mine but isn't yours. The baby that was born out of a comfortable settlement. The baby that would never know roots in true love.