I’ve never felt this way before... he’s so perfect, but I’m so imperfect. As a child I thought it was simple, you meet a boy, you fall in love and then you live happily ever after but now, its not so simple there are so much complications and now I’m starting to question the whole love thing, is it real, or something our parents say to let us sleep easier? I guess your wondering what I’m on about, guess I should start right at the beginning...