Love. Love is something that I wasn’t familiar with. Oh, I saw love, I saw it all the time. Whenever my father reached over to brush a strand of pale hair off my mother’s face, it was like a million tiny sparks danced in the air around them. Or when my sister and brother fought over the wireless, their smiles and laughter filled the room with sunshine. I saw love wherever I looked, but I never knew it. My family, and friends seemed to know love like it was an old friend, a charming, sly, beautiful friend who meant well, but sometimes didn’t think things through.