Our story began when I found a notebook in Tompkins Square Park and fell in love with the words of a wildly romantic soul. The first time I met my best friend’s boyfriend, he was rude to me. Sure, Gabriel Francis was all cheekbones and dishevelled hair with a voice that made women swoon and incited bidding wars with record labels. A pure drop of light in a sea of grunge. None of that swayed me though.I didn’t trust rock stars. Besides, he was off limits. But as Annika’s infatuation grew, and we were forced to spend more time together, I became enamored with Gabriel, too. First, I fell in love with his words, and then I fell in love with him. Twin flames that burned bright, we were each other’s muses. My art. His music. A once in a lifetime love. Until a cruel twist of fate cut our happily ever after short, and I became a stranger to him. Now, a decade after our story began, we would either fall in love all over again... or discover that some dreams are best forgotten.