Prologue
I wish I was about to tell you a happy tale. This is a love story after all. But this isn't written by the Brontes, Jane Austen or Shakespeare. This is a true story, the story of him and I, before us.
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I never had the childhood I always wanted. I remember watching shows like Full House and wishing that could be me. No, I don't mean living in a house with all my immediate relatives. I longed to be cared for the way these families did. I wanted to have game nights and Sunday dinners but mostly, I wanted to be loved.
I want to tell you I grew up in a cute house with a white picket fence. I want to tell you I had great Birthday's and magical Christmases surrounded by a loving father and doting mother. I want to tell you I had a good life and I was happy. But that would all be a lie.
I grew up in a very small town in North America. The kind of town where everyone knows everyone and since you know everyone, you know everything about them.
My mother gave birth to her first child - my sister Katie - when she was young. Katie's father didn't want to have anything to do with her so he did what all great fathers do, he left. Then I came along four short years later and as history does repeat itself, my father left when I was only three.
Unlike Katie's sperm donor, mine came back when I was sixteen and now that I am eighteen, I'm planning on moving three hours away from all I have known and trying to create any relationship I can with Rob. I don't know if I can bring myself to call him dad just yet.
When I moved to the big city I didn't know what to expect. Of course I pictured myself getting a job, possibly going to university and eventually meeting a guy. All of those plans were before him, before he came in like a battering ram and saved me before I knew I needed to be saved.
