Over yonder, I just read this line:
We remember the first time a lover whispered, “I love you” and we long for another to whisper it again.
And it occurred to me… No, I don’t. I could guess, but I couldn’t give you a name with certainty, and I have no idea when/how it happened. That’s… kinda depressing, really.
I agree with the second half of the statement, though. 🙂