Growing up, I never quite realized why they named storms after people. I mean I understood Hurricane Ivan for Ivan the Horrible, but never got Hurricane Katrina because when I heard the name Katrina I wasn't hit with fear, I was just reminded of a short little blonde who went to my school and couldn't kill a fly. It wasn't until I was older that I learned really they were just going alphabetically and then just settled on a cool name.

I know. What does that have to do with the title of this article? I'll get to that.

Falling in love is the worst thing a person could ever possibly do. There is no exaggeration here. That rush you get when you realize you're falling for that special someone is literally common sense leaving the body, only to return when gravity finally decides to do its job and you hit the ground. Hard.

The problem is when we fall in love, we don't do it slowly. It's not like checking the water in the pool to see if it's just right before you take the stairs and wade your way into the water. You can't tell yourself you're not going to do it. Falling in love is like being Wile E. Coyote chasing after the road runner off a cliff. You'll be in the air and moving along fine, until you decide to look down. From there, you are no longer the one in control. We keep falling and falling with no end in sight and for some inexplicable reason, we can't get enough of this. We cherish every single second of this joyous rush of falling for another person. Better yet, as cliche as this sounds and I hate the fact I can't think of a better phrase, we love the idea of falling in love.

I have been in love a couple of times, and every time is different. I said, "I love you," and I did the crazy things people in love do. I drove hours out of my way just to see them. I would stay the night at their place which was an hour away, even though I had a 9 a.m. the next day. I would spend hours on the phone and even fall asleep with them still on it, if only to help myself think they were in bed with me. I walked three miles to her place of work just to give her a can of Dr. Pepper because she was having a long shift. I did things other might see as strange because I was in love.

The problem is, all of these stories are in past tense. And I am no where near closer to figuring out just what in the hell love is. Is love the dichotomy of hearing someones name and at one point having butterflies in your stomach and the next an anvil? Is it having all of these memories that would instantly put a smile on your face and the next just hurts to even think about? It's funny how so few people know that love and heart break share an address. And when we finally go knocking on one door, we have to also be prepared to meet the other, and no matter what we think, we are never prepared for the latter.

That bit at the beginning about storms? I told you we'd come back. If any of us have been in love, and lost it, we know that emotions can come rushing back when we don't want them. We know that they over take any reason or common sense and we know that we can do absolutely nothing to stop them. We are all recovering from the super storm that is the one who broke our hearts. Some of us have multiple and we want to let go and we want to find some sweet release from this agonizing event called love. Because the truth is, love is unlike anything in the world. And when you fall in it with that one true person, it will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible.

Then, and only then, will you understand why they name storms after people.