The Alphabet Project

If I was to describe our love story, I would say it was the fucked-up kind of romance.

You know, the one where two equally broken and beautiful people fall in love with each other?

Yeah.

Well, the truth is that our story was so much more than that.

We weren’t just broken. We were shattered under the feet of countless people, and shunned by the ones we craved love from the most.

We weren’t beautiful. We were imperfect.
And, to some degree, I saw that in Noah before we had even spoken for the first time.

In the beginning, I thought I knew him.

In the end, I realised there was no way you could simply know the infamous, popular playboy.

Somewhere in between, I fell in love with him.

And it all started with a social experiment we called the Alphabet Project.