Alison's Love Story She didn't like her mother, but she was too young to know what loving someone so much it hurts feels like. She said that she loved her sister but it was a shallow love, not an oh-my-god-my-heart-is-going-to-bust love. She liked her boyfriend, but knew enough to know that it was no true love. And one night she sat up in bed and thought to herself: How will I know love when I stumble across it? How will I know what it looks like, what it feels like? But every 14 year old grows up and she did and she found her answers one day under a tall oak tree with a book in her lap when a tall, quirky looking man with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes helped an old lady across the street for no other reason than it was the right thing to do. And her love story began. And when she held her first born baby girl, she understood what her mother's love felt like and loved her. And when her little sister married, she realized that they were so much more than childhood playmates and wept by her side at the "I do". And when she was old and gray and her Jimmy with the brown hair and the brown eyes who helped old women cross the street for no other reason than to help them was lying, dying in a hospital bed, she held his hand and knew that this was true love. And it was.