•Prologue•

People who have experienced love, would often say that if life have them the choice, they would always and forever choose to meet their love, again. They would experience those feelings again - fluttering of heart, butterflies, the sudden rush of adrenaline, the goosebumps, rosy cheeks, and most importantly inability to control your own mind. But, its not the same for me. I would never choose to meet you. I would never choose to experience that feeling again- because it was not love, but my destruction. Because the four-lettered word people talk about is not love, but actually a five- letter word dream, the one which always starts to end.