When I was a kid, I knew love by a different definition. I knew it was honest, pure, unadulterated. I knew love to be dancing around the kitchen in the refrigerator light. But I knew love before I knew what it really was. Maybe Taylor Swift was right—when you were young, they assume you know nothing.But I know love better now. I know better than believing it stays the same, like a muscle memory of when I had his favorite cardigan. I know better than believing he’d come back thinking leaving me was nothing. Love is not a deal which both of you can renew once it expires.