I'm in love. Madly. Crazily. Completely... foolishly. "Foolishly?" you ask? Oh yes.Foolishly. "No!" you cry,throwing your hands up and shaking your head at my apparent idiocy. "How can you be foolishly in love?" I shake my head at your idiocy and tsk. "You are naive.You know not what love is." You still don't believe me? Okay.Let me tell you a story; not one of perfection and happy endings,but of a heroine turned villain. Guess whose story it is? You're right. It's mine.