Founded on Rejection

I'll only disappoint you.

That sentence should've deterred me from Poe Hanson-it should've at least kept me from falling in love with him.

The problem was, by the time he uttered those words it was already too late. He already had my heart, whether he wanted it or not.

From the moment I first saw his sad eyes and guitar-worn hands, I knew I wanted him. His darkness spoke to my darkness.

His hurt danced with my hurt. We seemed like a perfect fit.

Except for one small detail-the only thing he will...