People speak highly of love. Life revolves around it and without it, we would be nothing but empty bodies just wandering through life. The concept of love was one that was foreign to me. I guess you could say I never really spoke the language of love. Then came he, the translator who could translate this foreign language into one I spoke and understood. Before him, the world around me was tinted grey, all the colour was sucked out of life and it was like I hadn't lived until I met him. I was a book filled with blank pages and he was the words that I desperately needed. He shaped me to be the person I am today, and I couldn't have wished for it to be any different. He is the stop to all my questions and the beginning of all my answers. He is Luca James, and this is our story.