This isn’t a love story. In fact, it really isn’t a story after all. It’s a tale, a cautionary tale, about what love can do when it collides head first into destruction. It’s about the way love can blind even the sharpest person. It’s about the way love can touch all things in our lives, especially logic. It’s about the before, it’s about the after, it’s about all that lies in between. Trust meeting betrayal. Love disintegrating into loathing. Innocence discovering rage. Love introducing itself to desolation. It’s about the truth for some, the nightmares for others, and the distant past for many. This isn’t a love story. No, this is just a reality.