Prologue

“You should write a book. Things like this just don’t happen.”

Each time I explain to another person what happened to me in the last few months, this is the response I get. Maybe it is because I am an English major, but maybe it is because my story truly is extraordinary. I mean, what other girl successfully runs away from one relationship only to dive into another moments later and then have that guy run away from me. Things like this just don’t really happen. Or that is what I have been told at least.

So breaking all the normal rules of our society, I have decided that I will write a book, or at least tell the story of what happened to me. How I fell out of love, then back into love, and was then thrust back out of it.

I am not doing with the intention of becoming the next great American writer, not at all. I am doing this for me and maybe for every other girl who has had her heart broken in ways that she cannot even believe.

I am writing this to provide others and myself with hope. With the hope that great love stories do exist in our normal lives. We don’t always need to turn to movies or fiction to see people fall in love and go through life without any care about the eventual consequences.

So this is it. I am finally going to do something productive with this summer and maybe it will finally heal me. Maybe writing down all of the things that happened and all of the memories will finally release this running dialogue from my brain. Maybe when I lie down at night I won’t see the shadows of past memories. Maybe I will finally be able to put the past in the past.

I know this is not going to be easy. Not even a little bit. There is a lot to write about and it is going to get painful sometimes and sometimes the memories will case feelings to resurface. But I feel this has to be done. I have to do something to give my mind and my heart rest. So this is it. Here goes nothing. And everything.