Lovely

Prologue

Love is a crazy thing. It exists in this cruel world. Something pure becomes rotten when it's mixed in with the evil. Much like people. People fall in love a million times so when will it matter? The first? Wouldn't your first be least important because it's when you're not sure what you feel and when will you know it your last love? Are they your only or does ur last mean you've been hurt so much that you're blinded.

Love is found everywhere. Even by simple teenagers with nothing good to do. Sometimes feelings arise and they can't be fought. Age is a number and feelings are powerful.

How can one love so much for someone who hates them? How can one be dedicated to a person thinking they are their match knowing that persons match isn't you.

Love is a complicated thing. Hate and love are two opposites that come together. How can two people who absolutely hate each other love one another so passionately?