First and foremost, I won’t presume to know all there is to know about relationships. I’m young. I have clocked in on relationships; however, pushing in over a years worth of what everyone seems to be looking for, which is love. So what is love? Oliver Wendell Holmes once said, “Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.” So why is it that happiness, within the clasps of love, is often so hard to capture? This year’s spring break didn’t bring me any sand, sun, or fun. No, this spring the person I, Andrew Elder, loved, broke up with me. This is indubitably one of the hardest times I’ve ever gone through. Some of you may know of the complexity of my previous relationship, but that’s just the tip of the ‘burg. My relationship had some serious issues that needed to be resolved. Yes, so much of what was wrong was my fault. But don’t you dare think that any problem a relationship has is any kind of measure of the bond between two people. I would have done anything for this girl, and I wouldn’t dare ever hurt her. We had been up to high points, and down in low points. Around the middle my Spring break, we had hit a low point. Things were said from both sides that put a mutual hurt on us. She told me she didn’t want to see me anymore. I stopped sleeping. We talked about separation. We agreed it might be best to cut paths. Still no sleep, I know something’s wrong. What’s wrong is you can’t give up a love like that. If it’s true, you won’t find it anywhere else, and that’s a fact. Nietzsche acknowledges this in saying, “What is done out of love, always takes place beyond good and evil. So after not sleeping for around 2 days, I finish working at the warehouse Friday night and learn that my person is out at a bar drinking. That’s fine; she deserves to have a good time, because she works hard all day as well. I wanted to call her and tell her how I felt, but she wouldn’t pick up her phone. I called and called, only to be told “I’ll call you back later”. Friday night, and I’m sitting at home waiting for my phone to ring. I start calling back. She turns her phone off. I acquire no sleep. I pack my bags in the middle of the night and drive to see her at around 7 in the morning. She has turned her phone back on, but will not answer. Once I get into her room, I find that she is not alone. There is another guy in there with her, who she has attempted to hide. I’m ready to fight. She claims that he is her friend’s boyfriend, who stayed the night. My blood pressure is through the roof, but things cool off. I go unpack my stuff in my room. I’m not okay. I go up to her work (where she said she was going to be). She’s not there. I go back to her room to bring her a dress I picked up for her over break. I shed tears. While I’m sitting outside, I hear her having sex with this other person. I sink to my knees. I’m not the best Christian, but I pray just about every night for this girl. I pray that she and I will keep on being happy almost every night. I believe myself to be blessed. I’ve got some great friends and family, but at this hour I question God’s very existence. Imagine a person you’ve shared a year and a half with, so beautiful, so perfect, in a bedroom, ten feet away, having sex with someone she’s known at most for 2 weeks. My life seems to be a Catch-22, either I lose or I lose. Life isn’t easy, and I’m not looking for any sympathy. The love I give seems to be meaningless. So what is it that I’m supposed to be doing in this life? Go to class everyday? Pass tests? These things are meaningless, not love. I’m not advocating anyone to stop working hard in school, I still am, but if you have someone you would give an arm and leg for, make sure they know it, and don’t throw it away.