Recently, one of my best friends came to me with a problem. She’s in love. This boy is her entire world, but fails to successfully be a part of hers. They way she explained it actually made more sense than i thought it would. This boy was her first love, her first partner. She gave him the greatest gift you can give a person: innocence. No matter how much time passes, the love she feels for him continues to grow. Why? She herself cant answer that question. She said, “I gave him my everything, because he was my everything, if i give up, then what was the point?” She was right. It all made sense. With a rush of emotions, the love she felt, i felt. And it hurt. And it made me think.