I Hate Love Stories Because I'm Never in One.

I was never interested in love but maybe that was because Love was never interested in me. We were two things of the opposite nature...possibly world threatening if we could ever somehow manage to see eye to eye.

That was probably the reason why I was so astonished when he placed his hands flat against the sides of my face, his eyes intent and burning with determination.

Seemingly stubborn on pulling me from my reverie, he then uttered the three most unexpected words that anybody could ever say to me. The words alone left me speechless and vulnerable; I couldn’t quite seem to grasp the concept of it.

‘I love you.’

In exactly those three words, in those three syllables that he whispered to me so surely, he had managed to render me completely and entirely defenceless.

This is a story of an unexpected love triangle.