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Prologue
Confession number 1: I love love, everything and anything about it. Meet-cutes, dancing in the rain, heated arguments and the heartfelt apologies that follow said arguments. It doesn't matter. My heart feels warm just thinking about love. Confession number 2: I've never been in love. Believe me, I have tried tirelessly and have failed endlessly. People say that if it's the right time, person, or whatever, love will find its way to you. I know for a fact that is complete bullshit. In my whole 24 years of being on this earth, the closest thing I've gotten to a romantic confession was a honk from a passing car. Even then, I don't know if that was for me or traffic. Before you say "Oh l, but Amara, you haven't put yourself out there!", I have put myself out there enough. I have given up on the idea of a meet-cute, but there is no way I'm going to meet the love of my life on tinder or speed dating at a musty pub. Pardon me for having high standards.
Confession number 3: I, Amara Jones, give up on love.