Prologue

My father always said young love was stupid and yet I disagree with him. He said that it always ended with stupid decisions, lost, and heartbreak. Though he was right, I did end with all of these, but I found much more. Love. Love is sacrifice. Love is life and purpose. By the way, I'm Kayle or Megan or Serena or Natalia. Now I know how Juliet felt like. 'What is a name?' It is who you are. Who am I? Well, my name is just like a brand, no matter what label it is; it's still the same product. Yes, I'm a product or more like a water droplet in a desert. I'm that precious. My name is Amy Brighton. I was sixteen, when all this began.