Chapter 1
I will be the first to admit to you that I am quite possibly the most complicated person on earth. I have more dreams, hopes and expectations than anyone else I know. People tell me that I expect a lot out of people; I expect them to be kind and generous and loving and I hope that every person has some passion, something that they would die for. I think I maybe have too much passion. Nothing is easy with me. I don’t let things slide and I’m not okay with second-best. I cry at the end of happy movies, I pet stray cats and I stop at every single blooming lilac bush to smell the blossoms. I am the quintessential hopeless romantic. I would be happy forever if I could just have a stable relationship; a strong hand to hold and loving arms to fall asleep in every night.