I looked down at Asha, in my arms, her head leaning on my chest. I was in love. Again. It was not like the first time; this was real love, not hormones- which are forever present when you're forever a teenager- and I wanted to be with her forever. I remembered the first time I thought I loved someone. Shannon. What a b**** she was. She fooled me into 'loving' her. And then she tried to kill me. But it wasn't like this with Asha. She made me happy, and joyful. She made my world come alive. This is love. I looked up at the T.V. screen, pulling my eyes away from her unwillingly, and watched Titanic.