That crazy thing called love...

Obviously everyone has loved something in their lives. It could be a cat, a toy giraffe, a car, a neighbor, or something else. It doesn't matter what it is, everyone has felt it at one point in their lives. As much as I sound like an immature, adolescent girl, I found it. Two years ago in latin, I made the best friend that I ever could have when it comes to a boy. Amongst our long study sessions, star-wars marathons, and Sunday walks, I found a small part of what true love is. Love is sacrifice. It is kind, patient, enduring, and unceasing. It isn't all holding hands and kissing, it is talking and, more importantly, listening. It is giving advice, taking it, and always being available to help. I have the best friends in the whole world. I would not have ever made it through high school without them--Bekah, Camille, Kathryn, Brandon, Hyrum, and many others. Where would I be without their love? Ground zero. Nowhere. I love them with all my heart. College is beginning to sound like a bittersweet experience knowing that they won't be there with me.