He had a mop of reddish brown hair, dark eyes, smiled out of the corner of his mouth and I grew up with him. By his side I became so much more than my taste in music and the clothes I wore. In so many words, I fell in love with him and though, in so many words, he left me, I can't stop, won't stop feeling that. There's no switch that you can just turn off and on whenever you please, love isn't something you can just quit. You can't stop loving like you can stop smoking, there's no such thing as cold turkey. I loved him when he made everyday something new and fun and I still love him though I spend my days with someone else. I could be with the man of my dreams and I'd still harbor all of this. This dark haired, shining eyed boy wasn't the man of my dreams. He was reality.