Love. That's what we feel, but sometimes we don't realize it exists. It’s how we feel about others that matters a lot to us. Who do I love? My mother. What do I like? The love she gave me. Where do I like? Stanley Park, the park where she took me for ice cream when I was a kid. When do I love? Always. Forever and ever. Why do I like it? Because my mother taught me to love. It was to her that I ran crying when I was a child. She was the one who told me everything would be okay because we had each other. It was to her that I wanted to entrust all my secrets. She was the one I knew would never let me down. She's the one I abandoned. When I was a child, my mother and I had an incredible bond. She was the only one I knew who was my “family”. I had no brothers and sisters, my father left before I was even born, and my mother never talked about her parents. Once I asked him where his family was. She responded to me saying that her family was talking to her right now. She always changed the subject when I talked about her parents. I thought it was a game and tried to salvage what little information I could get. I never succeeded. After a while, I gave up. My mother and I had a bond that no one else I knew had. We could talk for hours. Everything changed when I entered high school. That’s when I went to “grown-up school”. I couldn't be with my mother all the time, it would be embarrassing. I didn't want to be called a baby. I was officially a “big kid.” Every time I was outside with my mother, I distanced myself from her. She asked me why I was walking so fast, but I didn't dare turn around. Little by little, I moved further and further away. Eventually we got to the point where we barely talked... middle of paper... and it starts snowing, and why do I only know I love her when I let her go? Why couldn't I have seen this sooner? Why didn't I know what I had until I lost it? My love was lost to time and I couldn't get it back. It was me who made his life miserable, not the other way around. My regrets are something I can never erase. He will be there forever. I will never forget how I treated my mother and how I hurt her. She was my life. She is the reason why I love. My mother is love. She is who, what, where, when and why I love. She was someone who put others before herself. She didn't mind suffering if it meant people would feel better. He was a selfless person and I was the antagonist in his life. I now know how to appreciate what I have because it may not be there later. I love my mother more than anything or anyone in the world, and yet I let her go.