I love Facebook.

I know there are 500 million others out there who think they’re like me, but my story is a little different. What we have is special.

This love started as most loves do – as . When I was first told about , it was almost like a scene in a movie. My roommate’s older, cooler sister came into our dorm room, plopped down in front of my computer and announced that she was going to “check her Facebook.” “Your what?” my roommate and I said in near unison. “My Facebook,” she repeated, the disdain for these two clueless losers in front of her dripping off each of the three syllables. We had to know more.

Grudgingly, she took pity on us and let us into the world of The Facebook (because that’s the thing about Facebook, it’s no good unless the people you know are on it, too). Well, I can’t speak for my roommate, but I jumped in I never looked back.

And how amazing it was. As my digital wants and needs grew, Facebook was growing with me. As I considered how bored I was with my Profile page, Facebook redesigned the format. As I tired of searching out my friends and acquaintances to see their posts, Facebook introduced News Feeds. When I realized that “chatting” with people instead of messaging them would be so much faster, viola, Facebook chat was born. And the pictures…all of those glorious pictures!

Needless to say, we were in the honeymoon period. Just two kids without a care in the world. And then it came. Graduation. The real world. I call these days “the bad time.” I was told that I was going to have to break ties with Facebook if I wanted to make it. Work was no place for a social network. Facebook had no place in . I’m ashamed to say it, but I believed them. I abandoned Facebook all day, only to visit under the cover of a spreadsheet or the sanctuary of my bedroom.

And this is how I lived, if you can call it living, for almost a full year…almost…