They say that love is a power with zero defects. They say that love conquers all. They say that love can't be beaten. Love has many defects. Love cannot conquer all. Love CAN be beaten.
I should know that. I should know that love can be beaten and that it has a lot of defects. Why, you ask. Well, it's not that hard to figure out. I'm a hopeless romantic, who never gets to see a happy ending. I'm someone you call a loser, someone who never gets anything he wants. Heh. That is all too true, I'm telling you that.
You may wonder who I am. It is actually not in this business. Nothing is at the moment. Everything I know is that everything that I had, everything I had built up for myself, everything I had created, was lost. Everything was lost, just because of that little, silly lie. I don't know what exactly made me do it, but I know that it was definitely not something with zero defects. It wasn't something that could conquer all. It was clearly not something that couldn't be beaten.
If you ask me, I think it was something evil.
You're probably pretty curious by now. I can't really blame you for that, I mean, who wouldn't be curious? I think that everybody would be. I can't exactly blame you for asking either. I would ask too if I were in your shoes. But I don't really know if I'm ready to tell anyone. Especially not since I've not gotten over this whole thing. I haven't gotten over her.
Now you're probably fuming by annoyance of me not telling you what the fuck I'm yapping about. Again, I can't blame you for that. And again, I can't tell if I'm ready to tell you what exactly has happened. But a lot of things have happened, that I can safely say. Man, a lot is an understatement. It feels like it has been thousands and thousands of things that had smashed into mine mental body, causing more pain by every single thing.
Well, I guess I can tell you that the things are all about love. I don't even understand why it would be something else. I never get to see someone who stays with me for more than a year. Like I said, I'm a hopeless romantic who just gets disappointed time and time around. I just never get to see anything happy.
But here I am now, blabbering about my life problems. You probably have a lot of other things to do. You shouldn't mind me. I'll see something happy soon. But in case you want to know, what's the hurt in telling you? Nothing, I guess. Well, it's a very long story, but if you have the time to listen, I guess it can't hurt so much.
My name is Sylvester James Cooper, and this is my story.