Prologue
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PrologueL-o-v-e. Just four tiny letters.
Love. Just one simple word.
Love. No two people would create the same definition.
Love. So many different kinds; so many different emotions. I love my mother; I love my decaf mochas; I love my teddy bear from when I was three; I love to read; I love teaching; I love wearing stockings; I love s*x. Yet had I ever felt true love? I don’t know. I definitely thought I was in love on a few occasions, but that faded away over time.
I love you. Three simple words. I have said them before; I have had them said to me; were they meant sincerely? I like to think so. Were they actually true deep down in their heart? Maybe.
This is a love story. This is my love story. Is it a traditional love story? No. It is a complex, layered and sexually filled story. Will you think it is a true love story? That is up to you, as each defines love as they see it. So don’t judge my view of love. It is messy, complicated, addictive and, yet I think, pure.
It wasn’t until I was 26 and my best friend for many years announced she was engaged and getting married that I realized I was in love; pure, unconditional love. A love that overwhelms you. It is intoxicating; bewildering; overwhelming; haunting. This is the story of how I found such a love.
For me, love equals Gwen.
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