I remember how it started, innocent & sweet, to this day I am unable to understand how something so pure turned into something so consuming, to me it was a bet, a pass time, an easy way to earn money, grandad always told me to make her fall in love you gotta make her laugh, what he didn't tell me was that every time she laughed I would fall in love to, there was something inside her few people could see, it was a fire so bright and powerful that it managed to be invisible to everyone else that didn't have it, but I did and when we touched that fire went wild uncontained — almost unbearable and that's what no one tells you about love, they don't tell you how unbearable the extreme feelings are, how they tear you open, how they make you obsessive. The moment I felt that fire I was hooked, a drug addict, a slave at her feet, that was it, I needed it because I was going to die without it; and maybe I didn't mind dyeing if I didn't have it.