Love. Who would of thought that with just one word my life changed forever, in a good way or in a bad way, I'm still not sure. Could one simple word bring my destruction into a never ending cycle of bad luck, or would that simple yet elegant word be what I've been missing my whole life? Was it the word or rather than the person who spoke it, with such hatred, such fear,longing in their voice of which a starving boy begs for food. Hunter. Hunter Washington was his name, the one who spoke that word into my ear, bringing me alive for the first time in my life.
It all started one October evening, leaves crunching under happy children feet a