During these years, I've been repeating those three words kind of carelessly, and always for nothing. And lately, I have noticed, that I can't say them aloud anymore. Not even if I'm by myself. The words just don't come out of my mouth.
My name is Emillia Steilsdóttir and I am 20 years old. I have lost the ability to say 'I love you'.
Okay, so first of all, I apologize for it being so short, but this is the base for the whole story, I promise you are fetting something bit longer soon, maybe on Tuesday or Wednsday, I am not sure yet.
Second, I don't use English on daily basis, and I don't know all the little details of the grammar, I've only learned English in school for seven years now. That might sound for a long time, but it isn't. I only know some of the basics. But I'm trying to get all the grammatical errors fixed, I luckily have friends who are willing to help me, by proof reading for me.
Here I'd like to already thank Nikki (hetaculture on tumblr) who has helped me with this story, and is gonna help me for the end, I hope.
I wish you guys are gonna like this. At first I was really sceptical of this story, but I think it is going to turn out fine. I'm trying to get chapters out maybe every second day, but most likely, I'll fail at some point, sorry.
Also, I'm having some of this written already, and this'll be a long story, so I can keep these chapters coming, and write something else mean time, so sometimes you might not get a chapter of this, but something I've written while updating this.
I wish you all nice reading times, when we finally get into it!