I say I love you easily.
I say I love you often.
And I mean it. Every single time. It is my constant, steady chant.
It serves as a reminder to the people around me. I want them to know. I want them to know I love them.
I refuse to blockade my heart away from the world. I will not go numb. I will love. It will hurt, but I will love fierce and deep.
And these are the stories of the boys and, later, the men I loved.
Though these relationships have long since ended, I still love them. In a new, quieter way.
So here you are, written in ink. Here is what you look like, here is how we met, and then how I fell for you. Take a look at our good times, the memories I treasure still. Then read about the moment we began to fall apart. You'll see how it ends.
Spoiler alert: I get my heart broken. And that's how it ends.
YOU ARE READING
And That's How It Ends
RomanceShe fell in love, each time with a different boy for a different reason. She loved them all deep and fierce- until, inevitably, something went wrong. Follow six fragmented tales of how she loved, charting how they met to how they fell apart.
