1 Prologue

It wasn't supposed to be like this. There was no planning in advance, no strategy. Just two lonely, dumb teenagers in a lonely, dumb world. Although, I guess that's how all first loves start. Like the Montagues and the Capulets, our lives, our bloodlines weren't the most alike of sorts. More like opposites. But in the midst of all the chaos, there we stood. Shining bright like glistening novas of stars against each other's atmospheres, we joined and the world seemed to burst. It was a love like the movies, and a heartbreak like the romance novels that you can't put down.

As improbable and impossible our love was, we persevered. Through a war of emotions, distance, and oddly enough politics, we made it to the other side. We tended to each other's wounds, bandaged and bruised. Issues from whether I drank water that day, or whether he would learn to trust that I love him were both a small portion of reasons why we fought. But, beyond all that, we just loved each other with our entire beings. And maybe that's why everything was so problematic. Highschool love is a cliche within itself and we knew that. It's not like we were completely clueless. Just clueless to the point where we had know idea what the hell we were doing. Which is apparently just enough to drive us both insane.

From jealousy, to adoration, to just straight dumbass moments (which were a daily occurence), our relationship has been a rollercoaster and a half. There have of course been those moments in which I've questioned whether or not it was worth it or not. Whether I was willing to continue this when it seemed just too difficult. Too hard to bear. But that's what love is. Staying with each other no matter how hard it is, no matter how much we wish to give up.

The oxymoron that is the definition of love, begs the question in all our minds: how does love end? In death? Is love limited by time contrary to popular belief? What causes a person to stop loving? The answers to these questions, we may never know. But what I do know is that, if anything is limitless, it's the time you spend with the people we love. Memories are different. Memories go away. Whether it be by a slip of the mind or dementia, we all forget those small moments. Frozen in time like a millisecond of eternity, we save pictures as keepsakes. And dusting boxes in our closets and basements as museums of our past lives. Time… time is limitless.

Lost in it, is my everlasting…

Serendipity

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The story of Kai Goode and Anabelle Petrov.