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(WARNING: This is an interfaith story which contains racist comments and offensive remarks concerning various communities)

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If you really want to know about me and why am I narrating the story where I met the love of my life, I should begin with the first drop of water that fell at my feet before I was drowned in an ocean of emotions.

I was about six years old when for the first time I felt some kind of love for something else other than my toys.

Gina was what I can call a best friend. She was specifically a diary, a notebook, a secret keeper. It's been now more than twelve years since I've known her.

Why am I mentioning my friend? Because she was the catalyst that sped the reaction which is my life.

For half of our adolescence, Gina has been pushing me to express myself and nudging me when boys would glance at me.

As a very introvert and also very dry person, I had eyes only for the table in front of me and my food whenever we'd go out.

Okay, let's make it clear though, I'm not narrating a sad, sappy and annoying story about how I lost the love of my life and the happy ever after, but mostly about how I took revenge on him.

How? By becoming successful.

This is the story of I, Jude Ford, the tremendous and absolutely gorgeous writer and painter that the world has ever seen, as quoted by The New-York Times.