Prologue

I never stopped once to think about the meaning of love... To me it was something that one would experience and feel, and then with a flick of a switch it would all be gone. I guess I felt that way because I had never really been in love. I mean, I love my dog, and my parents, even my little brotherwho annoys the shit out of me, but I've never ever felt like that about a boy... and I don't think I ever will.

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I felt my adrenaline pulse through my veins and a choking sound escaped my throat as I witnessed the dark, oozing liquid gushing out of me. My head tilted back and I laughed at myself. I laughed at the pain I was feeling and how stupid I was.

The knife clattered to the ground, along with all my hopes and dreams and I curled up into a tight, defensive ball. As a wave of dizziness swept over me I took the time to finally think about the meaning of love...

If love was something very special that only two people could be greedy and share it amongst themselves. If making love was something so passionate and pleasurable it had to be kept private. If being in love drugged you and made you fall head over heels for that special 'someone' and forget about anything else, then yeah... I guess I do know what love is. If that's the case then I may have even experienced it.