"And sometimes, just sometimes, when people say forever.. they mean it." ~The Notebook
I never gave much thought to anything regarding love. Apart from my family, I was irrevocably convinced that love was nonexistent for me. I had accepted the fact that I was going to die not alone, but with ten cats by my side and a bottle of whiskey. You see, I exhibited seemingly undesirable traits and characteristics that nobody would want in a person. In the slim chance that I would find someone, they'd probably try and conform my personality to their standards and what they want rather than accepting me as I am. I was feminine, not athletic in the least, definetely not skinny by any means, and just a pathetic excuse of an individual in general. Nobody would ever love a person like that. Not when there were so many other people in the world who were better than all of that. I was a lost cause in the name of love, and probably always would be. But then something miraculous happened.
I met him.
