When I was growing up there was always tension in my household. My parents staying in the same room for any amount of time always ended in awkward silence and shifting eyes. Both trapped in this never ending routine of just existing together but never in each others hearts. Their relationship was far from romantic, the fact that they found enough passion to conceive my sister and I still blows my mind to this day. Though my mother will never admit it we all know she married my father as nothing more then a business deal. The worst part is so did he, you could see it in his eyes every time she looks at him with cold disposition. So knowing that, you could understand that my idea of love was a little pale compared to that of Cinderella stories played out in books and TV shows. However, when two men walked into my life, both breathtaking and world shattering in their own way my view was changed forever. Love not only seemed real but had me in its grasp,begging me to dive in and cut the rose scented water with my finger tips. But my finding love resulted in a broken heart that I will carry with me for life along with the wonderful memories of a man I feel privileged to say loved me. But the heart wants what it wants and hard choices need to made in life.