A/N: Yes, I am starting another story. And yes, I know I probably shouldn't seeing as how it takes me forever to update the one I have going already. But, as you've probably learned by now – if you've followed me for long – I just can't seem to help myself.

Special thanks to EtheHunter. She is my I before E except after C. I love her and adore her, and would most likely be a mess without her.

Disclaimer: The characters are not mine. I'm simply privileged (or crazy) enough to play with them.

Failing in Love

Prologue

SPOV

I'd never been one of those women that was on a hunt for love. Maybe that was where I'd went wrong. Maybe if I had looked, or at least dated on a serious level slightly more than rarely, I would have been prepared for what was to come when it hits. Because that is exactly what it does.

It hits.

Like lightening, it hits you hard and fast. It doesn't float in on the wings of a butterfly, or with angelic songs from the heavens. Love snares you in its arms when you've got your back turned and you're looking the opposite direction. Like a crack in the sidewalk, making you stumble and skin your knees, it catches you off guard.

Some people are more adept at dealing with those sorts of things. I was not. In fact, I found it really difficult to imagine how a person could be. But, I supposed that, if you'd had a few close calls with love, you'd be able to spot the warning signs before being blindsided by it.

I could hardly call myself a victim though. I'd had experience with men, with boys, just none of which had involved my heart. Or maybe there had been some level of disconnect on my part, or theirs, in all my previous relationships. Whatever the case, I was nowhere near prepared for love when it struck me. I wasn't armed with a clue on how to handle a single blow when it swept me away into insanity.

I guess I'd been foolish enough to think, when the time came, I'd know what to do instinctively. Like maybe love was a second nature, it would fit me like a glove. It had always seemed that way for everyone else.

I'd never been more wrong.

Gran and Pappy – before he passed – had made it seem so easy. Being in love and breathing went hand in hand for them. Even after losing their kids – our parents – and they took Jason and I in, I often caught them dancing in the living room, or cuddling on the couch. They made love look beautiful and simple.

I was foolish to think I'd be good at it too, like it was genetic or something.

Pfft, yeah right!

One of the many lessons I learned along the way was that there's an assortment when it comes to types of love. That, for me, had been one of the hardest to learn and accept. Not to mention the most painful.

There's love like the kid you feel for your brother or sister, and a love like what you feel for your parents or grandparents. There are also many other levels of love, but only one that shadows and eclipses all others.

The one I'm talking about though, the love that is all-consuming and life changing. The kind of love that has the capability to rip you open and turn you inside out, or leave you feeling breathless and light as a feather.

It's the kind of love you would die for. Kill for.

You've heard talk of this kind of love. I know I had, and it was nothing like I suspected. But it's the kind of love that we all search for, but very few of us actually succeed in finding. It will stop your heart, restart it, only to make it beat to a whole different tune. One that has a rhythm only for a single person, a single soul.

Some people call it falling in love, but I call it failing.

Because that is exactly what I did, and this is my story.

A/N: Alright, so it's a little short, but it is a prologue. And I've already started working on edits for the next chapter. I do hope you enjoy, because I'm pretty excited about it.

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