AN: Hi welcome to my newest story which has been written in collaboration with H6p8gv. I want to give a big thanks to Loki's Only Love for betaing this for me. Its an AU story so some of the details are changed from the movie... I hope that you like...

Disclaimer: All recognized characters and places are not mine. The plot and any spelling/grammar mistakes are...

Prologue

Come with me…

Over the years those three words have changed my life many times...

The first time was when I was five years old and my dad brought me to the library. He said those words before showing me that books could take you places that your feet couldn't. By the time we left, I had discovered a love for reading.

The second time was when I was seven and my father asked me to go with him so that he could explain to me that my mother wouldn't be home anymore. I turned inward and began writing short stories to help express myself. During that time I found that I enjoyed writing and decided that that was what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.

The third time was when I was thirteen. Paul, a dark haired boy a grade older, said those words when he led me under the bleachers and kissed me quickly on the cheek. It was my first kiss from a boy and made me realize that not all boys were bad. In fact, it felt kind of nice. He was my first crush and one week later I kissed him back on the lips this time. It was only a peck but it felt much different than the one on my cheek-wet and sloppy. We dated for a month before he decided to start going out with another girl.

The fourth time was when I was seventeen. My friend, Jen, wanted to get a head start on looking at colleges and she wanted me to come with her on a tour of Brown. It was on my short list of colleges I was interested in anyways so I acquiesced and a couple weekends later we went on a campus visit. I fell in love with the area and what they had to offer with the program I was interested in. By Sunday night I had decided that this was the university I wanted to attend. Jen ended up going to NYU.

More recently my fiancé, Victor, said these words to me. He was scheduled to go to some auctions for his new restaurant in Italy and had asked me to go with him. We both had been so busy at work and a trip to Italy seemed to be the perfect place for us to spend some time alone together. It didn't turn out the way I expected. Instead of spending time with Victor, I toured Verona by myself while he attended his auctions. It wasn't all bad since I met some great people including the Secretaries of Juliet. I learned that people from all over the world wrote letters to Juliet about love, loss and family. The secretaries collected these letters, which were left at Juliet's house in Verona, and answered them. While learning this I found a letter that was written fifty years ago and answered it. In the letter the girl weaved a tale of lost love. I could've never imagined that I would meet the author of the letter and her grandson. They were on a journey to find that lost love. In joining them, I found my heart opening to more than I thought possible. At the end of the journey we did find her love and I returned to Victor a changed woman and two months later we broke up.

I couldn't have imagined how those three little words were about to change my life again…..