1 PROLOGUE

In the darkest of hours when the clock strikes two in the morning, or at any hour of the day really, (because two a.m. doesn't really seem that late, not for me.) I tend to think about love. No, that's not right. I think about love all the time. The intimacy that comes along with loving a specific someone. Not... physically. Emotionally. The way you can fall for someone with only the knowledge of the type of person they are, their personality, their way of life. Like knowing every corner of their soul. You could know so many beautiful things about them, that at this point, existing without them would leave a hole so big in your heart, then scar it.

Of course, everyone who is dating should know how their specific other looks like. It would be kind of crazy to be dating and yet, not know. You could be dating some sweet, handsome, honest guy who is treating you like you're their world...or you could be dating some old hag who spends his time in his basement instead of going out with friends. Or, they could even not be a guy at all. The thing is, anything could happen. It happened to me.