The colors I once painted myself with - my rainbow - turned black and white with the flip of a page. And suddenly, I was inside that darkness... the one that watched me, stalked me, caged me, and taught me fear.

"Meeting him was nothing short of a rollercoaster-thrilling like a dream, violent like a storm, calm like a prayer. It was beautiful in ways that broke me, and it was the worst in ways I couldn't forget. It was joy, it was ache, and it was every kind of pain stitched into love. I've always heard love is supposed to be beautiful, so why does it hurt now? He wanted to leave, so let him leave. But then why are my feet moving on their own? Why do my eyes search every corner to find him? Hey, Mr. Stranger, take responsibility-because you've made me fall in love. Take responsibility-because you've touched my soul."