There is no story of me without the story of you


I want to explain it all to you. How this happened. How that summer - the summer I was 16 - made me the person I am today.


I want to share my memories with you: the happy memories are like sunbursts, sparkling on the sea. But then, like a current dragging me under, there's that summer of 1997.


The summer my life exploded.
The summer I had to grow up.
The summer you came into my life.


And so this is the story of you.