He was a punk, you did ballet.

It was doomed from the start. In high school, Griffin wanted to be with you more than anything. You secretly did as well. But your friends and family stuck up their noses, not believing him to be good enough.

Five years later, you’re a professional ballet dancer. You turn on the TV for background noise, and guess who you see. Skater boy rocking up MTV.

You never saw the man that boy could be.