"See the stone set in your eyes, see the thorn twist in your side. I'll wait, for you. Slide of hand and twist of fate, on a bed of nails see makes me wait. And I'll wait, without you, with or without you, with or without you. Through the storm we reach the shore, you give it all but I want more. And I'm waiting for you, with or without you. With or without you, I can't live with or without you." (U2 3.)
             My name is Jack. I want to tell you how I feel right now, but it cannot be placed into words. You can only put yourself in my shoes and imagine what I am going through right now. By understanding the causes, you can understand the effect. Maybe you have been there too.
             My story starts four months ago, on a cold, rainy mid-July night. I was walking down the street in my hometown, West River. There is a woman walking my direction, crossing the street. As she reaches the curb, a car makes a turn right behind her driving through a large puddle that has formed on the side of the street. The car's tire makes a wave that forces the bag the woman was carrying to crash onto the sidewalk. Feeling bad for watching, I was quick to assist her in collecting her belongings that escaped from the bag. I extended my arm to give her a soaked book, when we made eye contact. It was an old girlfriend; it was my first love.
             There were girls before her, and girls after her. But our relationship was different, more complex. We were in love, and we were young. When we were together the first time, I was leaving on a family trip to our cabin for two days. I spent four hours the night before in her mother's back yard just saying good-bye. When your sixteen, you do not think that you are less than two decades old. We could handle anything, but that can be proven wrong, because we could not handle true love.
             We were too involved with our separate lives to stay together. She lived with her mom, I lived with my dad, I ha...