Lovend

Chapter 01

Every character in this book is my own and not based on any real person. 

 Dedicated to Donald Mark who lost his chance at love.

Every girl wants it. Every girl imagines it. And for as long as I can remember I have been no different. Every night I would go to bed imagining what life would be like if I had it. I thought I wanted it more then anything. And when I looked around and saw people with it, who complained and whined about having it, naturally it annoyed me. It made me mad. But maybe, maybe it is not as good as what I have been imagining it to be all these years. Or perhaps, what I want just isn't there. It is a common theme represented throughout all of Shakespheres plays, however Shakesphere to some extent never experienced or had it. Therefore, possibly love is an excuse for men to manipulate women.

Whatever the case, whether it does or doesn't exist I know from experience but also other things that love is essential and without it, I don't think any one 'this' matters.

Hello,

I'm Melanie and I guess you could say, if I am to die at the age of 100, I have 84 years more left to live. I've always be curious about the exotically common word love. Almost every song, novel, poem or film has some element of the emotion in it. However how often do you see it in the real world? These films and songs are distractions from reality; they are ways of escaping and imagining what you would like life to consist of. These films etc are meant to meet our standards and expectations and therefore to some extent I believe that what love actually is has been completely and utterly shattered.

I remember as a kid I would sit at home imagining the man who would fall in love with me and take me somewhere fabulous, like Hawaii. I would play pretend with the kids at school and get married to the boys under the wedding tree. I would give boys kisses on the check and be scared the next day that I would be pregnant. We all swore never do drugs, drinking was completely out of the question and we were taught to always raise our hand to answer a question. You could say times have changed quite a bit. 

This story happened during the year of the horse, you could say the year of freedom, the year I ran away from everything I knew and was faced with a new, different and completely unexpected life.