Prologue
Whoever told you love is all roses, he lied, they all fucking lied, because it's not, it's one of the bittersweet feelings, you're lucky if the sweeter side stays longer than the bitter side...
I always knew that love hurts, I mean I've read countless of books with the love stories and none showed all hearts and flowers, from the notebook by Nicholas Sparks, Paradise by Judith Mcnaught, a love letter to Whiskey by Kandi Steiner, All your perfects by Colleen Hoover, no love book has a part which doesn't show it as pain, either purposely or coincidentally, doesn't matter, love is pain and pain is love and the two blend together like oceanic water..
I knew I'd love the lover of my life even before I met him, he had to be tall, proud, maybe rich, smart, a pain in the ass and the cure to my forever pride, he'd get me so mad and at the end of the day, it'd be just me and him, the two of us, together forever...
So when I met him, I knew it was him, the one I had been waiting for all my life, he was everything I knew I wanted, but he wasn't tall like my happily ever after, he cursed like a sailor, drove me mad, prouder than I've ever been, a pain in almost all areas of my body, but maybe, at the end of the day, it won't be just me and him, the two of us never...
I knew he was trouble the day I met him, his whole body oozed trouble, yet I clung onto him like a chewing gum in hair, he'd get me to do anything and everything and I enjoyed it, call it a masochist trait I don't care, what I cared was being there for him, like a nurse on duty, because he completed me.
He drove me to the edge, made me mad, crazy, angry and all the fucking stupid things people do for love, but I didn't care, after all, he was my Romeo and I was his fucking Juliet, we were bound to be together until death....
Love is stupid, it makes you stupid and it makes you do stupid things and after you don't feel it anymore you don't hate him, you hate yourself...
But he and I are bound to die together, together or
Maybe Never....
