She was everything he's mother prayed for and he everything her mother dispiesed, yet somehow they were drawn to each other like a moth to a fire. their love doomed from the begining but they would fight against all odd just to make it last...

maybe not forever...

maybe not another day...

but fight they did and they still are.

meeting him was unplaned. She was not one to believe in love, having had to dry countless tears of her friends in messy bathroom stalls with random writings on th walls, from heartbreak. that alone was enough to warn her about the dangers of loving someone. the dangers of letting someone else in. So she kept her heart, and her mind and emotions gaurded.

He was a whiskey shot on a sunday morning. Wrong in all ways. He played with girls hearts like it was a sport, he kept count of the amout of woman he could seduce. The tipical playboy with the little black book from all the movies she had watched. even though the warning flegs were blood red and the sirens louder than that of nails on a chalk board she still felt herself falling. falling for a man that probably never look her way. for she walked the line and gaurded her emotions. one glance was all she could give. all she would give before pushing the stupid thought of maybe away to be lost forever.

but seeing him for the first time was different. her world stoped and her breath caught in her throat. it was as though there was just him and her. and no one else. the feeling that came with it was uncany and she hated it. for the first she found herself afraid that her walls would fall and she would be left un gaurded.

and she was. for although years had passed since the first day she had layed eyes on him. that random rainy day, with the cliche romantic scene of bumping into him all because she had not focused on her foot steps provokes all those emotions and fears she had spent months hiding.

and when they had started seeing each other it was though fireworks had gone off. they never had a balance. it was always in extremes. when they were in love they were floating and when they were fighting, vases, mirrors and so much more became their targets. words hung in the air like wet cloths, demping the atmosphere for what seemed like months but in true nature was merely a few days. a few days of silence until one broke it and it was a far fetched memory of the cause of their fight.

but that didnt mean that loving her was easy. yes he was in love. but yes he still had a reputation. he was hard to love, yet easy. he never spoke about emotions, never showed appreciation for the things she offered, things she had never overed to anyone else. Girls appeared from all angles, he denied knowing them. but she had difficulty trusting knowing hes past. she would hate to cry in a messy toilet stoll because she decided to love someone. she dicided to give her all and be giving a back hand through her unsuspecting face.

their relationships was a series of: together. broken up. together. broken up. and so it went. but it was not until he trully lost her that he understood that he had lost a gem. something so brillliant that was irreplacable.

evantually they did end up together. not without a fight ofcause. her mother was the evil mother in law. ironic isnt it. the one that orchestrated every heartache and framed him for it. the one that attacked in the dark and acted as the victim . until the light came and day brought along the truth. washing away any doubt the girl had. for she new her mother only acted so poorly because her mother no longer controlled and ruled over her life like a dictator. her mother wasnt the only person that mattered anymore. now there was him. the perfect stranger. the one that her mother saw as a villian but she saw as a hero. because for the first time she felt as though she was alive.

and for the first time he loved her like took hes first breath. finally he changed, finally it was them against the world. although their love is still forbidden, and looked down upon they still fight to keep all of the strands together. often loosing people in the process....