Beginning of the story i'm writing =]

Pre-Face:

Love... Love is totally irrational, nothing had to make sense when you loved someone, and even though you might want to make sense of things, you can't.. But it does't matter This is how it felt for me, nothing made sense anymore, or at least, my emotions didn't. I could be completely furious at him, but I still wanteed him to comfort me, even if it were him who did the damage, and strangely I wanted to comfort him too. As dangerous at it was loving him, even though he had admitted to not being sure about his self-control, it did not matter.. Because I trusted him, because I loved him. I was stepping into a blinding light that I could not see through, in which I could not see the distance or hazards along the way, a light in which I could not see the outcome, but it didn't matter. The consequence of this action could cost me my life; but that seemed like such an insignificant thing to lose, compared to losing him, to not being able to be with him. I would take death peacefully, happily even if I could not stay with him.. Because it was irrational. I stepped through the blinding light smiling, to start my waiting destiny.

Thats the first page, I did it in a matter of 5-10 minutes =] hehe.