Love… Why does it have to hurt? Isn’t it simple? I mean… I thought that it was as simple as a guy liking a girl…and the girl liking the guy back… Hmm… That’s the point. I thought. Well, I thought wrong.

That was when I was six. Love was simple then. I had a friend – he was my best friend. He was so kind and friendly and…sweet. I thought he was the one for me. I was at least ninety-nine percent sure he was. Then, I grew up.

When I turned thirteen, seven years later… I met him again. He was still the same… The same sweet and amazing guy seven years ago. He grew taller; he’s taller than me now. And he…he’s even more handsome than before. Lots of girls were crowding around him…I almost didn’t get to talk to him.

Then, I turned eighteen. And this was the first time I got heartbroken. And guess who broke it to pieces? You’re right. My best friend. My supposed “perfect match”…my “soul mate”… Sad life, huh? It finally sank into me that love is complicated…that it isn’t simple at all.

And now, I’m twenty-four, and I’ve moved on. No more heartaches, no more heartbreaks.

But deep inside me, I still believed that true love existed.

And so, I began my journey of proving the misconceptions of love wrong…