I want to read a story about love. One that overcomes all odds, especially the heartbreak.

Once upon a time there was a girl. A simple girl, one with girl troubles and girl things. In this same time there was a boy. A simple boy with boy troubles and boy things. They grew up longing for the other, never knowing why they were always hungry.

She moved away and turned to drugs and alcohol to find him, hoping to catch a glimpse of his smile in the flash of blood when the needle enters her vein.

He move away to find her in a malicious grin of another, not understanding that everything which smiles is not a friend.

They both crashed, alone, at the bottom. The good thing about the bottom is that you know exactly where you are. The better thing about this basement was that they shared it together. He blinked open his eyes as she squinted through hers. A dim light from the far away surface gave just enough to reflect off their eyes as they saw the other.

In the well of self despair, embarrassment, and shame, their gazes met.

They never blinked again.