Chapter # 10.1

If someone asked him when exactly he fell in love with Sara O'Brian, he wouldn't have an answer for he was already in love with her before he even knew what it was. He was almost four when he had seen her. He still remembered the first time. She was born with a hole in her heart. Watching her from the glass window, he had recognized her small eyes in those many new born. When he held her, the smile she gave him was still engraved in his mind and yet he never was able to remember anything else from those times- not what his parents looked like or his teachers or even himself. His every memory was imprinted by her face from that moment. He had found the meaning of love when he was twelve. It was just some poet who had described love in one of his mother's literature books. And before he knew it, middle school ended. And each passing year had made him rougher, quieter and crueler. The reality of word had hit him hard and being so afraid he took the road he knew he could never turn his