If only all love was so pure

Prologue

As a young girl, I always believed that one day I would meet someone who truly cherished me. Who made me feel like I was the only woman in the whole world that mattered to him. People told me that once I felt what love was, I would never forget it, that it will become apart of me. In my family, the person we fall in love with is our partner for life. Or so it seems. My parents only ever dated each other, so did my grandparents and those before them, they all got married and lived happily ever after.

However, my mother died of breast cancer when I was six years old. I was devastated. I couldn't look at those ads on TV let alone anyone speaking about all the wonderful things their mothers do for them. Braid their hair. Make their lunches. Kiss them goodnight. My father did that for me, and I am forever grateful. We only have each other and my twin sister who is only five minutes older than me.

Once my mother died, my father became depressed but never stopped looking after us. Two years later he met this wonderful woman and dated her. My deceased mother's parents were appalled by this. From then on,

I was terrified of love.

My existence is insignificant. I was bullied from my first day of Kindergarten. My father told me that they bullied me because they were jealous of what I had. I didn't have anything special. I was ordinary. My sister grew to be extraordinary. She was smart and funny. She was very beautiful. I, on the other hand, was lonely at school. No one really spoke to me since the bullies spread horrible rumors about me. I sat alone in class at the back for most of my school life. I too was smart but never really showed it. I didn't want attention.

My primary school teachers knew about my talents and always brought it up with me, and that I should move to the more advanced class with my sister. I refused. They kept asking me why I hid the fact I was smart. I always replied with the same answer: "Will being smart, help prevent me from being bullied?" They never asked again.

The last year of High School rolled around faster than I ever hoped. I was determined to do my best as I slowly grew out of my old mindset, still wary as those bullies stuck to me like leeches on skin.

As I entered through the gates of my high school for the first time that year, I knew it would be one hell of a ride.