My love for Callie Street was like a bad country song.
Boy meets girl.
Boy falls in love with girl.
Girl belongs to another guy.
* * *
Love hit me with the touch of hand. It burned so deep I thought it would burn me alive.
Instead, it blew up around us.
 
This is the beginning of our story.
It’s not pretty.
It’s ugly.
It’s painful as hell.
But then, maybe all love stories are.