Love

The first time I fell in love, it was through the internet.

My mom forwarded me an email she got from her brother, telling about how Cousin* went into labor, and Little Boy Cousin was born. I don't remember all the details in the email, but I think there was a basketball game involved in the story. But the important thing was the overwhelming feeling I got when I read Little Boy's name. Right then, I realized that it really is possible to love somebody you have never seen before.

Other baby cousins have come since them, and I love them all, but Little Boy Cousin is always going to be special because of that moment I had in the computer lab at the dorms.

*Names have been changed because I wanted to.