Prologue

I am a living person. Not a beautiful one but a great one or so I thought. When Jack came in to my life, I was never the same. The world I was used to became unpredictable. He is irresistible. I couldn't do anything to stop this madness. It was like a storm in summer. It flows by the second then the feeling of sadness sinks in. Do I really have to take the risk? After all how can this define us when their is none? A title can wait.