Last Step - Prologue

People have their own definition of love. Love is to be stupid together. Love is to be unpredictable. Love is everything. Love is a sacrifice. Love is love. Now if you’d ask me what love really is, then I think I don’t know. Truth is, no one actually knows. It just comes and when it’s there, you’ll not realize the what’s and if’s unless you started feeling something which kept on knocking your heart off, or should I say, which beats like a drum on your chest. It may sound crazy, but hell it is what it is. And a single smile could prove it all because nothing else would be important except the fact that you love and you do anything just for that smile; nothing else would matter but this certain thing called ‘happiness’.

My story may be clichéd, but it happened by fate and nothing could ever change that.