My first boyfriend is still around. Four years in September--I'll be twenty. Lots of people think we're crazy--including me. My parents hate him. But nearly every kiss is as good as the first, and we're still planning elaborate romantic surprises for minor occasions. I'm not going to tell you I've found my "one true love." I don't believe in that. But I also don't believe in giving up on something good just because other people think it's impossible.