the Rest is History

At 15, love sucked. 
Sure, my parents had
the perfect love story;
the literal "fall in love
at first sight;" but, 
my love story, it was not. 

I met my love at 20. 
He wasn't part of my past
nor did I care to
invite him into my future. 
We tangled for 5 more years
before a meet up at a bar
drove us together. 

the rest is simply history.