When I was younger, I accidentally tackled Jeremy. To be honest, my older brother Matthias got me to express my affections in a way that mirrored the WWE wrestling movies that played every Saturday afternoon. To say Jeremy was pissed was an extreme understatement. It was around this time that I fell in love with Jérémie Quentin, which is weird because I never really understood what love was. For me, love – romantic love – was an afterthought. It didn't seem to matter much to me because I had my family and that was all that really mattered. So when this fuzzy feeling started appearing every time Jeremy was around, I thought I was sick. It wasn't normal to feel dizzy all of a sudden, to have tingling sensations in your body at the slightest touch. It wasn't normal to feel this way towards my best friend. This feeling only grew and clearly manifested its own mind. I could no longer suppress the emotion, it demanded attention and nourishment. So I fed on it. Little by little, I let love grow. I cared for it, protected it, and watched it evolve into something that would affect my entire life.