Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind
And therefore is a winged Cupid painted blind.
--William Shakespeare
Prologue
The girl sat on the bridge. The wind lightly swirled around her like it was caressing her body, worshiping the beauty that was present. The girl was beautiful too, a natural beauty, one that could wake up in the morning and take your breath away. She was one of those people that seemed like they would be mindful of their affect on people and use it to their advantage. But no, she was also one of the sweetest people on the planet. She was kind to everybody, and in turn everybody loved her inner gentleness. She had not always been like this. At one point she was a shy wallflower. Pretty but not noticeably so, some might have even described her as mousy. Nothing distinguished her from everybody else and she lived her life blending into the background. That all changed when she met her love. The person that made her the person she was now. The person that broke her from her confines and brought forth the amazing person present today.
Ashley looked across the river at the small clearing where two large rocks sat. A small smile graced her lips as she remembered fond memories of times when she would sit there with her love talking, conversations that spoke of everything and nothing. And yet, the pair could sit in silence and still be happy. Content in the beauty of the world and the completeness they felt just being in each other's company. Ashley laid on her back staring into the sky. It was a beautiful day, not to warm with just the right amount of breeze blowing cool air across her features. She closed her eyes and let the memories come to her, the memories of all the events that had brought her to this very bridge, to this very moment.
A/N: Remember we are now going into the past.