The first September, what I have grown to call it, was when I found out something that many don't know. Whether they believe in it or not, everyone craves it like a pregnant woman craves cake. They all wonder what it feels like or if it even exists at all. Even for those who have found what I have found, struggled to understand it. Some even struggled to keep it.
I am not what most consider to be special. Nothing about me sticks out. I don't really turn heads when I enter a room. I'm too shy to make friends, so I have few and sometimes I become insecure and think that they are only my friends because they feel bad for me.
Despite these insecurities, I managed to attract someone. I managed to interest them, and, after a while, I loved him.
And he showed me that rare thing in life that everyone craves, but no one understands.
He showed me love.