‘‘This isn’t a love story, but a story about love.’’
They say in order to find yourself you have to go home, but what if home is what you’re escaping from. I went to Miami to discover myself; never in my wildest dreams, did I think home would become a three-letter word.
I was the dream.
I was the illusion.
I was the fantasy.
Everything went to hell in hand basket the moment we laid eyes on each other.
I wanted him.
He wanted me.
I have always been a man who made decisions based on other people’s feelings, wants, and desires.
I was selfless.
I never wanted to hurt anyone.
The moment I met her… I wanted her.
I loved her.
For the woman she was.
For the woman she wanted to be.
But most of all…
For the woman she was, when she was with me.
This isn’t a love story, but a story about love.