People say young love never lasts. They say you should wait and grow up first, you should figure out who you are. But those people didn't know us. They didn't know that she didn't like shoes and Christmas was her favorite time of the year. They didn't know that she liked to feel the cold dirt run through her fingers and floppy hats were a must when planting flowers. Curly hair was meant to be wild and Fireflies were meant to be chased. Paint wasn't just for walls and ceilings but for noses and skin. Our love was the rarest kind of love and I held onto it with everything I had. But you see,...