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Prologue

Let me tell you a story. Maybe, some of you felt me, others don't, and, well, as far as I am concern, others really don't; like their out of this world. You know, love isn't just something you felt from or for other person; sometimes, it's the reason why you lived, why you are breathing now, and even read this short story I've made. Well, of course, because of Him, who created, saved, and continuously, nurtured our lives from the opposite things we don't want to happen. Life is amazing. Life is the best invention that the mankind cannot imitate.

By the way, to clarify things before I will start, I'm not the main character of this I-do-not-know-why-i-wrote-this story; I'm the third wheel (give hands to those who feel me). I'm their biographer, not with their lives, but with their I-do-not-know love story.

Let me begin by introducing their names and who they are.

Let's start with the girl. Her name is Angel. She lived across the street. Had the same height as mine, enormous brown tantalizing eyes, cute rosy cheeks, and small pink lips. She had the look like one of the cast of the movie Princess Diaries. And her skin contrasted all attributes that her body had. She's perfectly made by her parents. However, in her goodness when in terms of her physical, her inner beauty was broken. She isn't that kind of girl who have a good and loving heart as her mom. She had all the opposite her mother had. She altered her heart in doing things, and let her mind drives it all. She was driven by the wrong wisdom she gained from her studies. She fell on reasoning, not with faith and love. As what she said, "Love isn't real. They are made just for fantasies. Love isn't existing, and it only does, when you think of it. Love is born out of imaginary; there's no such thing as love in reality. It's just a feeling; a part from emotion's library of thoughts. And emotions aren't logical, they are mere opinions that needs to be proven. What is real is real, what is not is not."

Love for her is not reality itself, but just a product of emotions. She always say that what she felt of things isn't love, but just mere opinions of her senses, in which, as what she learned from her philosophy classes, isn't the right source of reality. Sometimes, senses fails you to see what is real; fails you to differentiate which is brighter than the other, and which is 'this' and that'. Well, as I lived my life now, some facts about what she said, I used them in my life as principle. Like the senses: we shouldn't believe it and trust as a source of truth. Sometimes it might fail us, and will disappoint us sooner.

On the other hand, as this girl believes and only trust what is real, the guy, which is part of this story, believes both faith and love; destiny and forever. His name is Josh. He loved to go to church every Sunday, listen to homilies, and reads spiritual books. He believes in God, who created him, and saved him from the dangers of sin. He is tall—a bit taller than me, and Angel—smart, kind, respectful, humble, obedient to his promises, family-oriented, and a 'mamas-boy'. He loved to play soccer, and always has his PSP on his side. Aside from her parents and friends, and his cousin, and Karl, his PSP understands and fills the gaps these people cannot. He's a loner kid ever since, not until Karl trained him to have fun with his life outside. But, as the tragedy hits the inner part of Karl, their time began to fall a bit different. But Josh's a different kid. When he knows things are different, he doesn't overhauled it, instead, think of things which will make his life more useful and purposeful. He believes that by doing these, he could learn to appreciate God's given life to mankind. He could use this life for a reason, not for nothing.

And when in terms of love, his definition is opposite to hers. As he said, "love? It is the most precious reason why we existed; why we are living this life. Because of love, we were created, saved, and been protected. Because of love, we became man. And because of love, I speak with these. It is in the realms of reality—ever since man was not yet born.

Love isn't emotion, nor imaginary. It is real. And it is living. Without love, nothing would exist; nothing would live. Without love, there wouldn't be parents, sons and daughters, friends or foes." He defines his love in connection to his God, to his Almighty Friend. He's unto his faith and love.

Well, as far as I am concerned with other characters, I will just introduce them in the latter pages of this story. I introduced this two friend of mine to you, for their love story is what I will share to you. And... as well as mine. Joke! Enjoy!