I considered what on earth they meant by saying “I think I’m falling in love with you” (and later, “I’m in love with you”) and how that could possibly apply to me. It couldn’t – I am first and foremost annoying, selfish, uneducated, and two-faced. Even despite my obvious low self-opinion, I couldn’t understand why they, how they, could be in love with me. And then it was said: “you make me feel okay with being who I am.” And there it was – that’s what loving is, isn’t it? It made sense to me. Love is not laying together, kissing each other like you’ll be dead tomorrow, studying the freckles on one another’s faces, memorizing their smell. It isn’t just having someone. I still don’t understand love, but I understand a portion of it. It’s sharing your soul with someone else’s.