Most of my life I considered myself as a logical person. Yes, I did love a good romance book or a movie but somewhere deep inside I believed that all those things remained in there. Inside the shiny screen of the pages filled with words. Only when I turned eighteen the gates in me would open and finally I would be able to experience what everyone's been talking about. I was waiting, patiently without complaining.
That's why I never paid attention to boys, I never even had a crush. I found it meaningless since somewhere out there my other half was waiting. The last thing I wanted was for my emotions to confuse me, destroy something that was supposed to be magical.
