Many years ago, a friend sent me an email about love. At the time, I was going through one of the most difficult seasons of my life. My first marriage had come to an end. Looking back now, I don’t think my friend sent that email because she wanted to explain what love was. I think she simply wanted to remind me not to lose hope. I kept that email. Not because I remembered every word. But because I remembered how it made me feel. For years, it stayed quietly in my inbox while life continued. As time passed, I found myself reading it differently. When we are young, we…