Everyone remembers being Loved by their parents and family. They even remember their first relationship where they fell in love. They also remember each heartbreak that made them think they'd never Love again... But then that one person came and made them believe in Love again. Some even get married to the one they Love and then have kids of their very own who they Love. I am not everyone. I don't remember my family, let alone remember being Loved by them. My parents and older siblings died in a car crash when I was 3 years old and I lived in foster care ever since. When I turned 18 I left the foster care system and moved on my own. I don't remember my first relationship; I never even had one. I'd barely even gotten my first kiss with a stupid drunk guy when I was 18. Which means I will never get married and have kids and Love. I'm Kathryn. I'm the girl who's never been Loved, and never will be Loved. I'm the girl who doesn't even know what Love is. What is Love?