For my 25 years old boy reading something with the name of his girlfriend's favorite flower, how is it to be in love? Now really, I don't I've experienced being in love with someone. Being madly in love. But I've been in relationships. But that isn't love. 

They say we experience three types of love in our lives. The first one is said to be the silly one. The one we don't call love. Most likely the one experienced in childhood. The second one is the heartbreaking one. You grow more personally after that. And the third one. It is said to be the fulfilling one. The true one. That finds us. 

I think I experienced my first type of love in middle school. Another scar. As you guessed, I don't call it love. Not because I was still naive and innocent, but because I didn't receive back anything, even if I was giving love or not. I didn't felt loved. I felt afraid. I felt played. So I ended it. We still had a year and a half to spend in the same classroom, and I decided to ignore him. I was quite savage. It wasn't easy but I had to do it for my mental health. I think it was the right decision. And after two years from that moment, I was to find out what really happened behind my back. How that relationship was plotted, how my feelings were played and my decisions influenced. I think this was the moment I had the most hate for that place. I then had the darkest summer. I was in shock. I couldn't believe how someone with good intentions was so played. Because, I think, my intentions were good. I just wanted to love and be loved. In my gloomy summer, the worst happened: my former best friend started talking with him about us getting back together. I was so hurt at that time that after that I detached myself from her. How could she do that? How could she plot something like that behind my back and make me so uncomfortable? How could she open up a so deep scar long healed? I had the worst birthday. And when I thought it couldn't get any worse: he started liking her and maybe she too. I was kind of forced to hang out with them. My worst days. I was so against the idea of going out that even my mom began worrying. I want you to understand that after many shooks, my mind wasn't in the best place. I began going with the flow. I didn't care whether they would be together or that I was forced there because I felt like they deserved each other for the things they did to me. But then, the second type of love appeared.