Everyone remembers their first love. Mine was a kid with brown, shaggy hair, an adorable smile, and the voice of an angel. I remember seeing him online for the first time when I was 11-years-old, and to this day, I just can't shake him. That beautiful boy's name was Justin Drew Bieber.

Everyone also remembers their first heartbreak. It's the shattering pain that's felt in your chest when you realize that your person will never be yours. It's the tears that form in your eyes when you hear his voice, and it's the progressive, sinking feeling of loneliness. It's like drowning in sorrow. It's the agony of rejection.