Prologue

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    "I mean, I don't know how to describe it. He's just so..." I tried to find the right words to put him in frame. It was vexing because he was so complicated. A thousand different factors and aspects were put into him, using simple words even complex ones, failed to depict what I saw.

    "He's warm and he's kind. Even after all that I've done to him, he remains caring and loving. Loyal and talented. I've never seen, never met someone who, despite going through Hell on Earth caused by that same person, be so selfless. He keeps coming back and I don't understand how or why he does but it makes me feel loved. As cliche as it may sound, he makes me feel as if I matter. I don't know, like there's still some point in going on, you know?"

    I sounded ridiculous. A naive, love-sick student, which I was in a way. In all honesty, there were no proper means of telling him how I got so giddied up when he comes over. The faint little sparks that went off like popping rock candies every single time I lay a finger on him. The coziness that bloomed in my chest and flowed all throughout my body when we kissed. The pathetic longing I had for him when I didn't see him for majority of the day. It drove me insane, day by day, thinking about him. And his hair, his smile, his clothes. Those eyes. Sometimes, I wished there was a method to drain him out, so I could focus on my grades and what was important at hand. Successfully, I'd accomplish it but he'd come right back.

    "It's crazy, isn't it?" I asked him, an eyebrow shooting up for a white-hot second.

    "No," he started, a slight squeak in his voice.

    "It's love."

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