March 2014.
When I was younger I dreamt about my perfect love. The one that happens once in a lifetime. He would be loving, caring, handsome and all mine. And I would be his reason to live. As time was passing by I lost the faith in finding perfect love. I simply settled with less although I knew it wasn't good enough. My expectations lowered. I stopped searching for that perfect someone who would be ready to give me the stars and the Moon on the palm of his hand. As I was growing up I settled with some pretty awful solutions. I had a boyfriend who was completely crazy about me. He bought me everything I wanted. He was caring and loving and boring. I never felt that rush of blood to my head with him. I never felt my heart skipping a beat because of him. And I knew it was wrong. Then another guy came along. Everything seemed to be going in the right direction, I really fell in love. Boy, was that a bad thing to do. After a year of desperate love I found out he cheated on me about 3 thousand times. That was really bad. I had a hard time letting go so I was following him, appearing wherever he was, I was sending mails, messages for about six months. When he threatened to ask for a restraining order I gave up. After that scandal I made a promise to myself. I would never ever settle for anything else than perfect. It was tougher than I ever could've imagined. You need to open some empty shells in order to find a pearl. Well, by the time this story started I felt like every opened shell is empty.
And then he came. Black, mischievous, curly hair, dark blue eyes framed by thick black eyelashes, nice nose which wrinkled when he was frowning and mouth that opened rarely but when it did it was a sight to remember. His smile always left everyone speechless. No wonder, he had beautiful white teeth and plum, tempting lips. He was a tough one. Hard to resist, even harder to get. At first sight, I remember, I stood mouth wide open and saliva dripping on the floor. Somehow, he managed to ruin the first impression with.. Well, he spoke.
The prince turned into a beast. Arrogant, selfish, immature, sarcastic bastard. I hated him. As time was passing by he managed to crawl deep under my skin and sometimes I wonder what would have happened if he hadn't.
So, this is my story about love. Not the one on first sight but the one that lasts until death do you part.
It all started one rainy September. The year was 2008. It was Thursday and I was pissed enough as it was..
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