Zega: Just in time for Valentines Day, I'd thought I'd share a love story from the good old "Norman Rockwell" days you can now only dream of in faded black and white pictures...the days your Grandmother used to tell you about....you know, when love actually lasted forever - or at least until death.

There was a time in my life I became afraid to love. Because all those times I fell in love, I got hurt. I thought maybe that's why it's called "falling" in love.

I would give my all, loving deeply and wholeheartedly. It would be a truly emotional, extremely euphoric experience. I would dream about the object of my affection all day and all night, imagining good times together, thinking of what I can do or give him to show how much I cared. I would feel light as a feather, energized and excited, literally blooming with the joy I felt inside. Then somehow something would go wrong and my whole world would crash. Disappointment. Resentment. Anger. Pain.