Love is scary. That's what I've always thought; yet, I can't help but daydream about an imperfect someone to love me the same way I've wanted to love others. Someone to stay by my side as I stay by theirs. Someone who will understand me better than I know myself. Someone who will support me as I find myself. Someone I can stay beside no matter what. But love isn't so simple, and hearts will always be broken, whether intentionally or not. For that is the price for love. [...] "Why?" he asks, like a broken man that has lost too much in his life. "Why what" "You know exactly what I'm talking about!" I shoot him a coy smile, pretending I am innocent while slowing down in my pace down the hall. He slows down also while looking at me wanting an answer. "What's so wrong about the way I eat my banana?" I question watching for his reaction. "What isn't wrong with the way you eat a banana!?"