<p>A stolen glance across a darkened restaurant. A kiss under the Italian moon. A proposition I never would have made in my former life. Our story began just like all fairy tales do . . .</p><p>Once upon a time.</p><p>Once upon a time a mysterious passionate man opened my eyes to things I'd been blind to my heart to feelings I never thought imaginable my mind to endless possibilities.</p><p>Once upon a time I experienced something I didn't think existed in real life.</p><p>Once upon a time I learned how to fly.</p><p>Little did I know it was with broken wings. Ones that were irreparable after a lifetime of being caged.</p><p>How can I love a man who would lie to me so recklessly? How can I give him my heart when experience tells me to keep it guarded? How can we have a future when he's still tormented by his past?</p><p>The Bible teaches us that 'Love is patient. Love is kind.'</p><p>Now I know that love is a farce a sham the two of us merely players in its cruel pantomime. For ours isn't a love story with a happy ending. Ours is a tragic love. The kind of love that leaves a permanent scar on your heart. The kind of love you never get over.</p><p>The kind of love that defies all logic.</p><p>Contains mature themes.</p>