Imagine falling in love without knowing what love was. Imagine having to pick up your life and move across the country from the little boy who stole your heart. Imagine your love growing stronger, every day you spend apart from each other. As I grew older and we grew farther apart, my love for him was truer than ever. We only talked through letters, handwritten letters that held more than just words. Then the letters stopped. The letters stopped coming right at the moment that I discovered what love was. All I am able to wonder is if I will ever be able see the boy who stole my heart again, or if I will ever learn to move on from the fact that one day he loved me and the next he forgot me.