"And I met her"

I started writing this book when I first fell in love, and wrote it over three years in dedication to the same until it wasn't there.
It started as a poem and ended into a journey.
Started as love, ended into hurt.
And now it's just the perfect piece to see how life and relationships evolve over time. Beginnings to end. This is all me. Love to grave.

Every comment. Every chapter. Is the most of my life I have lived with all honesty, I can't explain what it all means to me. Everything's there. Right here. And even I haven't got to comprehend it all or process it all, but I hope you will.

Where does it go wrong dear, where?