They say it’s blind.
That you don’t choose who you fall in love with.
They say it creeps up on you when you least expect it.
They say it doesn’t let go.
I wish it were that easy.
I’ve been in love before, and it happened the way they said it would.
For a while, it was easy and full of bliss.
Until he uttered those damn three words, and all hell broke loose.
I don’t blame him for leaving.
Love is a beast, waiting to devour you at the first sign of weakness.
That’s what they don’t say.
It’s been four years, and a lot has changed.
I never expected to see Jake again,
but here I am, staring into those gorgeous eyes like they still belong to me.
See, I’m Finley May Norwood, the anti-Venus, the girl who pushes love away when it becomes too much.
Now, Jake’s engaged to someone else, and I’m too late.
If only my heart could accept that.
It simply doesn’t.
Love. Be damned.