Of course you know about ‘Just Because Of You’. Well, let me tell you that the original preface written by Srishti is no longer attached to the novel, because she wants me to drop it.
Let’s face it, two authors can never work together, especially when one of them is majorly self-obsessed (that would be me, obviously). Another reason being that since this one is my story in many ways, it is better to write each word of it on my own and not ask someone else for help. If I can write a whole book, I can definitely write a two hundred word introduction. 😉
So here’s the new prologue and for the ones who are new, the book cover.
Enjoy, and leave your reactions.
It feels like I’m back to where I started—back to the first day of fall.
‘Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and purify the heart.’ That’s what I’ve always heard from my foster parents, my teachers, my best friends (for I have only two) and even my five-year-old sister, Grace.
What I believe in—or believed in until I met her—was that someday, someone will merely walk into your life, and light it up with happiness. And that would be when you realize why it never worked out with anyone else.
Except every time I showered love on someone, it felt like throwing it on a wall, from which it bounced back and slapped me in the face.
Now that it has finally been acknowledged—and thankfully—reciprocated, I am all of a sudden not quite sure about it. Not certain of where this will lead us; all three of us.
Olivia, Abigail and I.
I’ve heard that at the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet, but now I realize that it isn’t the love that turns him or her into a rhymester, but the throbbing inside of them begging to be let out in some form. Even in words, if not actions.
This is exactly what I’m going to do. Release the pain, and embrace the feeling I’ve regressed since forever.
For the reason that in the end, that’s what I’m going to be left with; you and your abiding ardor.
This is Nate Gordon, signing off with those three words he’d never thought would escape his lips.
I love you.
In the end, a question: do you believe in miracles?
No it isn’t a real question (I wouldn’t mind answers, though)–but it is the one thing that this story is based on. The first thing that caused us to think of a plot like this.
Well, see you soon!