WHEN YOU'RE SEVENTEEN and you tell people that you don't believe in love, your friends look at you like you've just spoken in Chinese, and I don't blame them. When I see couples making out intensely, I can all but comprehend what makes them feel that way toward one another.
When there are seven billion people existing in this very world, what were the odds that you'd find the one? And even if you think you did, how can you be sure that you'd live happily for the rest of your life with them? Do you really get butterflies in your stomach, do you really feel your heart pounding in your chest when you meet the one?
If you said yes, I have two theories: One, you're lying. Or two, your body is undergoing a bunch of metabolic reactions, and adrenaline is surging through your blood.
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