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.