What's it like to fall in love and then lose everything? The oddest question had popped into my mind one year ago from today. I remember, I was walking the streets of Los Angeles, my hometown, with my best friend. We were desperate to check out the newest albums from the music store down the street from her house, our usual haunt. I was sixteen, and so very naive. Liz was going on and on about how she'd fallen in love for the first time as we walked down the rain-slicked February streets. He'd supposedly loved her, and she'd lost everything to him- including her virginity. She'd valiantly resisted at first, but eventually gave in because of his charming persuasion. When she'd finally given it up, he'd thanked her, said it was the best he'd ever had and that he loved her, and then the next day was dating some other girl. She had been absolutely distraught, and tears were falling from her eyes as she recounted the story to me on the way to the store. This thought caught me by complete surprise, as love had never really mattered to me much. I'd seen how "love" could break up a family that was once so strong. How it could be used as an excuse for a man that isn't my father in my mother's life, forcefully taking his place when he hadn't ever left?

      Had I known that day, that in one year my life would be exactly what I couldn't have even dreamt it would be, what would I have done? Knowing that in one year, to the day, I'd be so far away from home, watching the rain drizzle down the windowpanes of a Londonian coffee shop, completely and utterly alone?
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