Prologue
Have you ever met someone so amazingly perfect you thought you were dreaming? Have you ever found someone so incredible you wanted to shout it out loud? Have you ever fell in love with a dream? A dream, which you intensified from reality? A dream you found yourself wanting to be in more than reality?
What if something so meaningless found meaning in one night? What if the only time you felt special in your entire life was the time spent with a stranger? A stranger that wouldn’t be there in the morning. A stranger that you knew deep down you would never see again and that hurt more than knowing that that person didn’t care for you like you found yourself caring for them after that one night.
Love? Love is a joke. Falling in love is an even bigger joke. People are so obsessed with being in love it’s sickening. I always fell too hard, fell too fast, and always wanted more than him. I always got hurt, until I realized that I was tired of it and I simply stopped caring. I had casual sex, one-night stands, and even a fuck buddy for a while. No strings attached. I liked it like that. No commitment. No hurt, it was that simple. I broke hearts right and left; trying to hurt as many guys I could, to make myself feel better. I tried to break the same number of hearts to the same number of times my heart had been broken. It was my payback to every guy that hurt me in any way shape and form.
Then all my theories and views about love were changed by the one person I least expected. And it all happened in one night. My whole life was turned upside down in that one night.