Love is a four letter lie. A fairytale without the happily ever after. A beginning with a short and bittersweet ending. But most of all love is a game of chance, never knowing what you might get. I never believed in the idea of love until I met him. I can still see his hazel eyes in the back of my mind, his eyes shining with mischief, his lips turned up into his famous smirk and his eyebrows raised as if he were taunting me to move closer. He taught me to live without regret, to forget about the past but most importantly he taught me to love again. Who is he? He’s my next door neighbor.