A love story should express how the soul feels. It should capture a moment when time stands still. And all that can be heard, is a screaming release of silence. Followed by hollow emptiness that implodes with nervous, unsteady emotion. A love story should bend time. It should cry for hope. Unfortunately, this is not one of those stories...

Crap, I have an idea of what I want to write, but I can't seem to get it down! I think I'm about to sleep anyways, Guess I'll return to this thread later...