I'm very cynical when it comes to love and happiness and I can tell you why. I found love at 15. He killed himself. I got married at 17. I am now 20 and getting divorced. The first relationship I got into after leaving my husband lasted just shy of a month before it crashed and burned because he couldn't get over his 16 year old ex girlfriend when he is 20 years old. I even moved away from my parents to a state where I only knew 1 person [other than the guy] to be with this him. I think at this point I have truly given up on love and true happiness.