I lay in bed with my boyfriend, he was lying on his side, facing away from me. I suddenly had a question I was eager to ask him. “Do you love me?” “Hmm?” He didn’t hear me. “Do you love me?” “Course. You know I do.” “What IS love?” “Love is liking someone and wanting to be with them.” “I don’t think that’s love...” “What do YOU suppose love is then?” “I don’t know...” “Well! Then you can go write an essay about it.” He spoke in a cheeky tone. “Are you serious?” “What?” “You’re treating me like this because I don’t agree with you?” “Yeah! You should be supporting me on things!” I sat there confused. I stood up, grabbed him and threw him out of my apartment. He shouted at me. “What do you think you’re doing?!?” “Kicking out someone who doesn’t love me!” I heard him walk away angrily. I sat on the floor against the front door and cried as I noticed something and I whispered it aloud. “Love isn’t just liking someone! It’s putting them before yourself! He was too selfish! He didn’t care about me...only what he’d be able to tell his friends about me once he saw them. He might tell them about our “special” nights or even how good a kisser I was! I don’t care! He can do what he wants because “I” know what love actually is!” I thought for a moment. Love should be this, not something else. Don’t look for much more as this is all you need to find. “Someone who puts their needs before yours, was born with a broken halo.”