"Love is evil. spell it backwards and I'll show you."
We all know the story of "Romeo and Juliet", apparently the two greatest lovers in the history of mankind, who experienced the most intense, but also the most tragic love ever. Some say their love was real because of many reasons, but specially one in particular: they died because of it. yes, everyone on this planet hopes, to one day, find their respective Romeo/Juliet. But I'm pretty darn sure that they aren't planning on dying because of it. Isn't it sad to think that love is based on that sort of history? That love has to have an intense, or, in this case, tragic consequence? Who's to say that love can't have an expiration date to be qualified as real? Well, that's exactly what I expect to do with this story that I'm about to tell: to prove that love doesn't have to last forever to be real. because like I once said: I don't believe that love lasts forever, but I believe it can be one of the greatest things while it lasts. This story is, indeed, about love. Probably the most pure of them all. But yet, with an already planned ending. The boy is not Romeo, but Louis. And the girl's name isn't Juliet, but Kim. And, unlike the other two, they didn't die. Their love did.