Love. What does it really mean? I didn’t have the conventional childhood. I didn’t have friends, I never fitted in - I was a loner. Until her… my only friend, she made me smile. For years, I didn’t think I was capable of love… it had a price attached to it, at least that’s how I was taught. Nobody knows why I hold my cards so close to my chest and no-one knows about my past, I liked it that way. When a blast from the past comes back into my life, things I never thought I'd need to deal with again are brought back into focus. Does Love and Hope exist?