The professors statement annoyed me at first. Why would she assume that we all know what falling in love felt like? It’s like the world expects that by a certain age everyone must have that experience and if you don’t you need to start worrying. I wanted to say “No, I actually don’t know what falling in love feels like.” Sure, I've had crushes, but there has never been a boy that has fully captured my heart, swept me off my feet, and all that other flowery stuff Shakespeare rambles about. No professor, I don’t know what it feels like to fall in love.
But later, I remembered something. I remembered walking into an unfamiliar place in an unfamiliar country, completely out of my element and not knowing what to expect, and I remembered the open arms of those children I can’t stop talking about. I remembered how they immediately and unconditionally loved me before I even knew how to love myself. I remembered how happy I was during those 10 days, and how excited I get every time I think about the fact that I get to go back again. So I think maybe I was mistaken. Although it was not the romantic kind found in Shakespeare’s sonnets that the professor was referring to, I think I do know what it feels like to fall in love.