People think love begins with a confession.

They're wrong.

Sometimes love begins with a friendship.

Sometimes it begins with an argument.

Sometimes it begins with two people who don't realize they're becoming each other's home.

This is not the story of perfect people.

It is the story of broken people.

People who make mistakes.

People who hurt each other.

People who leave.

People who return.

This is the story of a girl who spent years learning how to survive.

And a boy who spent years learning what he couldn't live without.

It is a story about family.

About friendship.

About grief.

About forgiveness.

And about a love so stubborn that even distance, time, heartbreak, and silence could not destroy it.

Some stories begin with "Once upon a time."

This one begins with two idiots who had absolutely no idea what they meant to each other.

And that's where everything started.