I've always thought that those couples making out in the halls were insufferable. That they had no right to be so affectionate and intimate with each other, - touching so many sensitive places. The sight of them unfailingly made me grimace with pure distaste, similar to the flavour of a rotten berry. Furthermore, I wondered why they constantly smiled at one another with adoration, like they were their whole world? Why did they behave as if one were to vanish the other would disintegrate into fragments of shattered glass? I couldn't fathom that someone, no less a stranger, could become your strongest foundation, your most precious being, one that you would spend all your time with. I didn't know what type of love it was, and I don't think I ever will....