Chapter 1: The Great Love Story of Woe
It was a dark and stormy night when I met him, the love of my life, the one who would make me question everything I thought I knew about myself and the universe.
His name was Max, a brooding artist with a penchant for whiskey and a heart full of pain. He was a man of mystery, a man of few words, but oh, the words he spoke were like poetry.
I was immediately smitten, like a shipwreck on a rocky coast, helpless and hopeless and utterly, completely, and totally lost.
Little did I know, our love was doomed from the start. Like a bad joke, it was a punchline that never came. But I'll be damned if I didn't try.
Want to read more about our ill-fated love story?
Chapter 2: The Art of Heartbreak
Or, maybe you'd like to see some of Max's artwork?
Or perhaps you're wondering how I managed to lose my mind over him?