Sometimes when you least expect it, when you’re finally getting back into the hang of things, love creeps up on you. It finds you single, fairly happy with the proceedings of your life, and it completely turns your world around. It’s funny that love never comes you most need it, but when you’ve just began to learn to live without it. It makes you sporadic, completely blissful one day and completely miserable the next. All of us women, when we started off, couldn’t care less about you with your cocky smile and attitude to match. Before we nagged you “all the time”, wondered where you were, and wondered who you were with, we were functioning pretty well. Then you come along. Sleepovers with friends turn into night long discussions of our frustrations with you. Best friends sometimes become worst enemies.. And more often than not, when it’s all over, we secretly vow to lay off the men, join a monastery perhaps, and grow old with many cats. So you would completely understand me when I say that this time around, my first reaction was “no way, not me again”. But something in me, maybe the little girl who still thought that there was someone out there, got me to start thinking “hey, maybe it’ll be different this time”. And so, similar to how we all are, how even with our paranoia, we tend to believe the best in people, and I tried to open myself up to the possibility that this was it. I totally understand what our parents tell us that the chances of finding your soul mate when you’re still a teenager are steep, but there’s still a chance then right? For a while, I am happy, happier than I have ever been. I have this stupid smile plastered on my face that I can’t seem to get rid of. All love songs seem to be talking to me on an incredibly personal level. My friends go from happy to slightly annoyed at how often I mention your name. For a while, it is bliss. And then like all statistics show, it is over not much later than when it first began. Whether it ends because...