‘Real love shouldn’t hurt,’ a generic f*******: post informed Alissa.
“Bollocks,” she whispered to herself. Love hurt. Love was pain. Alissa struggled to imagine loving someone who made her feel safe and happy. The pain and waiting heightened the lust. The tragedy created the opportunity for triumph. From the beginning, Andy had made it clear that an ordinary loving relationship would never be in their future. He wasn’t like other guys. He’d spend sleepless nights worrying he might be sociopathic and wished he could feel something for Alissa. If he could feel something—anything—it would be for her.
Stories like Romeo and Juliet had always resonated with Alissa. She craved the difficulties; the torture of being ignored and the ecstasy of winning his affections. Mostly, the drama res
