Love, one of the most misunderstood, complicated words in the English language, has preoccupied our minds since the time we discovered our kindergarten crushes amongst the view of sandboxes and swing sets. We thought it was hard enough when criticism meant the screaming “I love you!” in our middle school years, but somehow the miscommunication only gets worse over time. The missed phone calls, confused signals, and turn of the century facebooking, has now created the most confused generation of classic love birds, best friends, and everything in between. Here I am. No expert in the art of love, but simply, surrounded by the wonders of it.