They met when they were 17 and sparks flew. They laughed, they danced, they smiled, they cried, they lived and they loved. 2 year of friendship, 5 years of being lovers and 3 years of being engaged. They never imagined life without each other. They became a habit and unfortunately, habits die, and their habit died a slow death. A death that was painful and scared them forever. Who got the deepest scar? We don't know but both suffered, because they both loved. Join me in this journey where we discover the truth of love. Is love all smiles and butterflies? Or is it pain and misery? Or a little of everything? Or nothing at all? How would you define love?