Love is not for those of weak constitution. I've only ever said "I love you" once before, and while I'm still young, the next time I say it, I want to know it's true. Ezra enters my life like a white knight riding in on his valiant steed. He gets me completely because our quirks and challenges are the same. He captures my heart, and now I know what true love is. But what's the price of love? How much pain should first love cost? If I can't grasp it with my hands, how can I be sure that love hasn't disappeared? What do you do when you love someone more than anything and they're the one who hurts you?