Finding The One

She had never known love. Not like this. Not the kind that made it hard to think and preform the most menial of tasks. Not the kind that made you fuck up random shit because of the fact that you're not thinking straight. Not the kind that gave you the butterflies you rolled your eyes upon hearing about, because of course, that's just some seriously cliche shit. To her love was just another stupid thing people liked to brag about. And quite frankly she didn't give two shits about it. Nor did she believe in it. Truthfully she knew deep down she was always love to feel the caring warmth of a pair of strong arms wrapped around her, but that was deep...deep down. When she finds herself caught in the gaze of someone who gave her the exact feelings she had always considered stupid, her whole world flips upside down. She finds herself feeling things she never thought possible. And she's happy. And its ok. She's ok. But what the hell is she supposed to do when the boat is rocked, and her perfect little world is torn down before her very eyes. They say relationships are all flowers and rainbows is the beginning...but what does she do when something darker and more depressing threatens what she holds close to her?