The thing about love is it can present it's way in many forms, some more real than others. It's rare that you find a love that you carry for so long. I loved him because it was sudden and blissful. We were young and foolish to truly grasped what was forming in both of us but it was just as real as an adult loving another adult. It continued to be real even after you left. I loved because of my innocence and naiveness. I regret most of what I felt but nevertheless, I loved.