My parents divorced when I was 8. I'd used that example for myself to never fall in love. Then I did. His name was James Moon, the most beautiful person I've ever seen. He was my world, my everything.
People thought I was crazy for loving a guy with his reputation. They said he was a monster, that he was dangerous. And they were right. But I couldn't help myself. He's my dangerous monster.
(Also, I wrote this in 2012 on QuoteV and just decided to move it onto here. So don't judge my 14 year old teen writing lol)