Love was a question I started pondering when I was twelve and saw a couple from the class next door.
I thought about it for years, but never seemed to come up with an answer.
On my eighteenth birthday, I concluded that you have to put love into practice. Theory alone is just empty talk.
So I waited, and waited, and waited. Nothing ever happened.
I told myself to be patient. This wasn't something I could accomplish in just a few short years.
The night before I met him, I broke down crying. A friend I trusted had hurt me so easily, and I swore I would never again trust someone without knowing where I stood.
The day I met him, I was twenty years old and had never been in love.
