Introduction

I started writing this last year. I scrapped it from lack of actual time. Not much time when you work a full time job and go to school at night. One needs to sleep ever so often. It's a love story. I'm a hopeless romantic even though it seems like I am not sometimes. I believe deep down we all are hopeless romantics, just some are more upfront about it. It's a selfish need to not be alone, to have someone to remember us when we are gone. Love is a funny thing really. It's the most beautiful sickness in the world. It can lift you up to the highest highs and  it can throw you down into the deepest recesses of the dark.

I dedicate this story to someone from my past. He probably won't be reading this, but that doesn't really matter to me. This is for me, not for him.

Liam Armando Boodoo, thank you for all you gave me, the love we shared and the heartache. We shaped each other more than we will ever know or admit. I know we both changed after all we went through. For better or worse, I'm glad you were in my life, even if it did endin not the best of terms.