In August 1996, just shy of my eighth birthday, I wrote the following poem:
Love is when you find someone who will care about you
Love is when you find someone who can be a friend
Love is when you find someone to comfort you
Love is when you know that someone loves you
And love can also not be described because love is one of the best things on Earth
It’s funny how we seem to really get things as children. Because once we become adults and are supposed to be so much smarter and wiser, we actually become twisted and cynical and forget how wonderful and simple life can really be.