I never wanted to fall in love. You see, love holds you back from doing what you want. It makes you do stupid and reckless things and breaks your heart a thousand times over. My love for my family and friends was great enough; I didn't want to see what would happen if I actually fell in love.
I always told myself that love was never for me and that even if I did want it, I never expect it to happen either. The talk of 'soulmates' and all that was just a load of bullcrap to me. But then I met him.
We were both wary of each other, neither of us really knowing what was happening until it was too late for us to do anything about it. We were wrong for each other, or at least so we had thought. Though we came from, two different species entirely. We were similar in almost every way possible. And before we knew it, we were together.
But a relationship never comes without danger, and ours was more trecherous than most.
This is our story, and how we came to be together and never leave the other's side.