From the author of the "Optimist" series

Love is a strange thing. She comes out of nowhere. There is no logic or system to it. It defies scientific explanation. Love is a pure feeling and passion. However, both feeling and passion can be dangerous, because they fuel not only love, but... also hatred. Now I am an expert in both. I know this from personal experience. I fell in love with Miranda quickly and recklessly. In my head and dreams, I raised it to the skies. But the truth is that dreams are like cigarettes. Thoughts about them spin in your head until you start to think that you need them. That you want it. Miranda was like that. She was a cigarette. I thought I wanted her. I thought that I needed her. But over time, reality slowly crept up on me. She cut open and gutted my dreams like a predator, leaving behind only a rotting skeleton. Reality can be a cruel bitch. Like Miranda. And I am a fool... Who believes in dreams. People. And love.