This is not a romance story. It's not a poor attempt at a Juliet and Romeo retelling either, rather, it is, what most cynics and romantics alike would call a tragedy. That being stated, my story is not unique; there is a large number of women that go through this every year. In the event that it were a novel, it wouldn't win awards, nor would the critics commend it for its originality, after all, I am no one you would know; I am just a common woman, who, in this day and age, has had the privilege to experience the high of being loved unconditionally by a man I love most in this world.