When I was about 13 years old, I fell in love. Ya know, the deep kind of love. Call each other all day kind of love. Puppy names to make you puke kind of love. Draw hearts on your binder with his name inside kind of love. And then…yep…I woke up. For as long as I can remember, I have been a helpless romantic. I love romantic movies like The Holiday, The Notebook or Love & Basketball. The relationships don’t seem to make sense. Someone is too selfish. Someone doesn’t try like the other. Someone is not communicating their feelings of hurt…