I once had a boy, and he was the meaning of everything. He was the light of my life, the person that sat next to me during all my dark days and the days I was absent from life. This boy wasn't like any other boy, you might think this is a story about puppy love. I look the age, and sometimes I feel like it could be that. It could be the story that teenage girls fawn over and wish it was them instead of me or the opposite. I don't have a clue, but it happened. He meant everything to me, and now I need to value everything I am.