When I was younger, I accidentally tackled Jeremy. To be honest, my older brother Matthias raised me to express my affection in a way that reflected the WWE wrestling movies that were shown every Saturday afternoon. To say Jeremy was pissed was an extreme understatement. It was around that time that I fell in love with Jeremy Quentin, which is strange because I never really understood what love was. For me, love, romantic love, was just this afterthought. It didn't seem to matter much to me because I had my family and that was all that really mattered. So when that fuzzy feeling started appearing whenever Jeremy was around, I thought I was sick. It wasn't normal to suddenly feel dizzy, to feel a tingle at the slightest touch. It wasn't normal to feel this way about my best friend. The feeling continued to grow and evidently manifested a mind of its own. I could no longer repress the emotion, it required attention and nourishment. So I fed off of it. Little by little, I let the love grow. I took care of it, protected it, and watched it evolve into something that would affect my entire life