Love is a tender thing that should be cherished and nurtured in order to grow and mature. There is one vital cord that must be severed so love can breathe and blossom: the nest. Yes, ones ties to life and birth-our parents. Without their approval, love between a man and a woman cannot ripen and pollinate. Hence, when a potential bride or groom is harvested from humble beginnings, and likewise, a future bride or groom comes from a proud and notable family: if such beginnings do not match, love starves like a plant from a lack of water. Like backgrounds do matter whether we like it or not. Human beings come out of similar molds, this is a fact that humans need to accept. But for centuries, love has overreached its tentacles of dominance whether that be emotional or physiological influence. This story emerges from the wreckage of an age old narrative that involves only one element, and that's conditional love, the single factor that can make or break love. Throwing Away My Love emerges from the ashes strewn all over the countryside of Thailand like discarded litter, but the fine for doing so is unbearable. A rare look into the hearts of two humans whose hearts are fused together, right down to their last mortal breath and heartbeat. A novel you'll not soon forget because romantic PTSD will haunt you for the remainder of your life. So, beware...