Love Isn't Always Beautiful

AN APOLOGY AND AN INTRODUCTION TO AN INTRODUCTION.
The point. We all waste our lives trying to figure out what exactly the point of everything is. What is the point of school ? What is the point of living when you are going to die anyways ? Why are mango flavoured cornflakes not called mangoflakes ? All these questions drive us and sooner or later define us. This story has no point. It has nothing to do with anything that could affect your life in any way possible. However it was someone elses point and that someone wanted me to share it with you.
To those of you who don't know I am a blogger. I blog about what bothers me and recently I had been blogging about the US vs. Islamic countries bull shit. It was because of this he found me. It was because of this he contacted me. I may not reveal who 'he' is because anonymity is a must in todays world and the last thing I want is the C.I.A knocking at my door. My mother would probably kill them for distracting me from my studies. Then India would be declared a rogue state for harbouring a criminal like me. Freedom of Speech doesn't mean I can say what I wish to unless you're okay with it. I am sorry if my views offend or contradict your own. You don't have to agree with me.
I received on a Monday morning via private courier a package consisting of a Journal and a note. An unexpected delight, sorrow and responsibility came with it. I share with you the story written by a boy in love. All this boy ever wanted was love but what he got was an Islamic state of war. I hope I have done him justice. He deserves it.

Hey guys :D This is a one I have been working on for a while now, hope you enjoy. Part 1 of IDK how many.