What would you do if you knew when you were going to die? Would you will death to come and claim you quickly? Or would you pray for more time? It wasn't until I knew that I was about to die, that I decided to really live. And it wasn't until I gave up on love, that I finally found it. Just not in any of the places that I'd been searching. Sometimes you don't get the fairytale happily ever after, but if you're lucky, you get so much more. You get a perfect beginning that you can keep hold of until the end.