I always wondered what falling in love would be like. Would it a slow gentle fall like leaves falling from the trees or would it be abrupt and explosive? I knew love was out there; there is proof of it everywhere. What I didn’t know is how easily one can fall out of love. To be honest, I always had this idea of what love should be and how it should be felt. I didn’t know that I wouldn’t follow my own rules and ideals about it. When I was in high school, I thought I was in love many times but what did I know about love? I only learned about love from what I had read in my classic novels, Pride and Prejudice, Sense and Sensibility, The Great Gatsby, Little Women, I can even admit that Twilight made me have certain ideas about what love could be. The thing in common with most of these books is that the characters are usually falling in love. Love is end game. It’s what makes the world go round. It should always win, right? So I guess I figured, I would always have to find a way to be in love. But you know what, falling out of love is another great story on its own. All along, I needed to be in love with one person, one that works hard, knows about failure, success, and pain. I fell out love with people that I thought I needed and fell in love with the right person. Me.