Prologue

There is an art to loving someone. This fine art has been lost a long time ago, but these two have found it.

With crumpled paper and broken pens, their story is written. Love is at the center, because it is not perfect or without judgment, but it is real. Real is better than being beautifully fake any day. It walks better, talks better and well it is better.

Love Completely!

A/N: I had a more descriptive one written, but for some reason Wattpad kept deleting it. Thanks for reading, Loves!