Sometimes I wish I could say that there was a time or place when I fell in love with you, but there wasn’t. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. I can’t recall a time in my life when I didn’t crave to be near you. For that I guess you are just as much a part of me as my skin or my hair. You are attached to my very being and maybe that’s why it hurts so much to be away from you. You could lose your right arm and learn to live without it, but nothing ever feels quite right again.