A stolen glance across a darkened restaurant. A kiss under the Italian moon. A proposition I never would have made in my former life. Our story began just like all fairy tales do…
Once upon a time.
Once upon a time, a mysterious, passionate man opened my eyes to things I’d been blind to, my heart to feelings I never thought imaginable, my mind to endless possibilities.
Once upon a time, I experienced something I didn’t think existed in real life.
Once upon a time, I learned how to fly.
Little did I know it was with broken wings. Ones that were irreparable after a lifetime of being caged.
How can I love a man who would lie to me so recklessly? How can I give him my heart when experience tells me to keep it guarded? How can we have a future when he’s still tormented by his past?
The Bible teaches us that “Love is patient. Love is kind.”
Now I know that love is a farce, a sham, the two of us merely players in its cruel pantomime. For ours isn’t a love story with a happy ending. Ours is a tragic love. The kind of love that leaves a permanent scar on your heart. The kind of love you never get over.
The kind of love that defies all logic.
Recommended for mature readers due to strong language and explicit sexual situations.