This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events, and incidents are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
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Have you ever been That Girl? The one that thought with her heart and ignored her brain? The one that loved hard; and then even harder when she knew he shouldn't be loved at all? Have you ever held on to a dream so tightly that all your days were wrapped up in the fairy tale of what could be?
The beginning of my story should be the end. I know that. I really do. However sometimes what we know isn't enough. Sometimes we have to learn things the hard way. This is my story. This is my life. This is a decision I made for love; or maybe for lust. I don't even know anymore. All I know is that I can't stop myself. All I know is that I've given him forty-three days. He's got forty-three days to make me fly from the cliffs. He's already made me fall for him. I only hope I don't crash and fall into the rocks as well.
There are three things I know before going into this:
1. It's not going to end well
2. There will be many tears
3. This is an adventure I never saw coming in my life.
You might be wondering why I'm going into this if I know it won't end well. Honestly, I don't know. Have you ever been so absolutely captivated by someone? Have you ever felt something that makes you want to forget everything you already think and know? That's what Henry James does to me. He's my own personal drug. He's my everything and he doesn't even know it. Or maybe he does. And maybe that's the real problem.
