Hello. This is my first story, so let me have whatever you've got to say, but flames will not be addressed or listened to. The usual diclaimer- I don't own Dallas, or the other outsiders, but I own Dess, and that's all I can ask for.
"Tiger, tiger, burning bright,
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye,
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies,
Burns the fires in your eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What hand would dare to seize the tiger?"
Prologue
Love Redefined
You know what annoys me? People thinking love is perfection. Yeah, not so much. Love is work at first. You've gotta solve each other's problems, work as a team, totally trust each other. And sometimes you fall down. Hard. In fact, every true relationship falls down. You know that it'll work when, at the lowest point of the deepest hole you've ever fallen in, he pulls you out. Love is blind, but it sees in ways we can't. It sees souls in people everybody else sees as heartless and destined to die alone.
Love is strong, but at first, it's fragile. It's a thin, glistening strand of gossamer moonlight, stretched between two people. And if one of them jerks-you guessed it-the gossamer breaks.
Love is constant, but it changes people in ways nothing else can. It can take a cold, heartless, mean player and turn him soft, caring and loyal. It can take a broken, lost soul and give her direction, heal her.
Sometimes love works in mysterious ways. Sometimes something you think is terrible and the worst thing that ever happened to you can lead you to love. Sometimes what seems like a lucky break is actually a second chance-to fulfill your destiny right. And it grows in the strangest places imaginable. Where everything seems cold and uncaring, love will blossom like a rose. Remember that. And always keep your eyes wide open. You only get one chance.