Introduction

Everybody thinks they know what love is.

Authors, poets, musicians-

We met when I was 20 years old.

When Annie walked in that room, I knew I was in love.

Well, I thought I was in love, because everybody thinks they know what love is.

Even though I had never seen her before, it felt like she was my best friend.

She was so unique, yet so familiar.

She's completely herself, but isn't everybody?

And she sees the best in others, always, but doesn't everybody?

Though she's never said she knows what love is, I'm convinced she's the only person that does.