Why am I here? This world is cold and bitter. Nothing great and spectacular ever happens. Especially not to me. I walk alone down streets filled with couples who are overjoyed by having a soulmate in their life. The way they look into each other's eyes. It's all very beautiful, but I find it sickening. I was never meant for love. Who could actually love me? Besides, who could I possibly love? I'm a cold bastard. No one has ever lightened my day. No one has ever lifted me off the ground. No one has made me feel the way those sappy love stories describe.
Then I saw her...
