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My friend told me once that if I wanted to make my love life exciting, I should fall in love, break my heart, and fall again. Sure, she sounded nuts like Joker but it worked for her. For me, I guess it don't start with falling in love. What happened between me and Jackson was still fresh. I could still hear my ridiculous prayer, begging God to make him stay. But who cares? He left, I'm alone, and it's no big deal to President Obama. That is not the end of my trial. When God saw the chance, he gave me two Jackson-like mortals. The first one was Joe Parker. I could say a lot about him and if I did, it would be as thick as a Bible. Just imagine the typical downtown boy wearing ripped jeans, hardware shirts, and sneakers. And the second one was Mike Carter. He's the exact opposite of Joe Parker. You think that was already a problem. No, because Eros shot me two arrows. Sorry but I wasn't killed. It just made me fall in love with them. My heart beats for Joe but my mind only sees Mike. It sure sound as complicated as pronouncing Eyjafjallajökull but that was how the god of love played me. Oh Eros! God of Love! Come down here! And I'll shoot you with a bazooka! And maybe I could've just asked God for bread, He might have given me two extra large barbeque cheeseburgers with extra large Coke. But then, when the time comes for me to choose, I made a stupid mistake. Now, I wish that Eros could have shot me with flaming arrows. I broke my heart, fell in love, and I broke it again.
Chapter One - Taylor Swift Had A Better Love Story To Be Told
