This is the kind of love story that no one warned you about. This isn't the happily ever after kind of story. This is an incomplete sentence. The lonely page ripped out of the book. The movie with no endings. This is the kind of love story that people keep hidden. The kind that no one tells you, because it hurts to much. It comes without warning, and stays deep inside you forever. This is the kind of love story that you will use as comparison for the rest of your life, without ever admitting it to anyone, or to yourself. This is the first instant love, the first fire in your lungs, the first butterflies and fireworks in your stomach. This is the most beautiful heartbreak.  This, is us.