Prologue : Lilianna Van Dame

Loving has two endings, in my opinion; the happy-ever-after one and the fucked up one. However, the outcome that I had was neither of these two. I used to think the word "love" was just too cringy and amusing to hear. I avoided scenarios that would push me into the "Romantic" category.

However, Xanthe. Oh my beloved Xanthe, a woman I met on Christmas night. Xanthe my wife had this stunning set of black irises it reminded me of how pretty the night is. Xanthe also had this lengthy, glistening black hair, which I love to play with.

I had no idea encountering her on that freezing evening of Christmas could bring me a lifetime of joy.

This is a story written prior to my passing. A story about me, Lilianna, and my most loving wife, Xanthe.