Love. A word I never really grapsed the true meaning of. Of course, I knew the true definition

Love

–noun

a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person

But I've never felt before. My friends would mention exhuberant things about it, like Love is magical, Love is the best feeling a woman could ever feel in her life, every woman should be loved. But somehow, it didn't fit me. Love was not written in my fate; it wasn't meant for me, Stella Bonasera, that tough, uptight detective everyone knew me as. I never thought I'd fall in love, and then, I met Mac Taylor.


A/N: I know it's short, but I've been having this idea as a fanfic for quite some time and I didn't want to forget amidst all this stress about finals. :( Do tell what you think about it and as always, comments are welcome! :)