Call me crazy, but in my opinion love starts at the age of twelve. I was twelve when I got my first period and my first boyfriend. Not necessarily the best combination in the world, much like a car and alcohol. I guess I didn't fall in love but I started to get the idea of love. Love is something most people only dream of discovering and the rest are glad that love became a burden. At fourteen I learned a new form of love, obsession. The first boy to ever become my obsession wasn't really a b...