Have you ever fallen so madly, desperately in love with someone that you can’t imagine them never coming into your life? That’s what it was like for me. I was fifteen when I met him " nearly seven years ago now, and I didn’t believe in love. I spent a lot of my time online " probably why I didn’t believe in love thinking about it now. I met him in a chat room " sad, yes, but I didn’t care. The second I caught sight of him, I needed to speak to him. I didn’t know why, I just knew that people grabbed my attention every now and again without reason, and he was one of them. He’d be the greatest one. I’d always been a writer… although not a very dedicated one, and I’d find inspiration hard to start with, and motivation seriously lacking. Suddenly, after talking to him for a while, I couldn’t stop writing. Poetry, Vampire Stories, my life… it didn’t matter. That one A4 folder I started with blossomed quickly to four and five… I couldn’t stop talking to him. He’d be the reason I’d log onto the computer. He was the inspiration for my writing " even now I see him in my leading men. Even now, as he still lives in Canada and I in England, I log on hoping to see him, knowing the jump in quality of my writing after I’ve spoken to him, as well as the flux of inspiration and motivation. He’s almost my best friend… He’s the best and worst of me… He’s my Muse… My Prince of Nothing… My Sweetest Downfall… Always.