I Was Only 19 When He Gave Me HIV and Walked Away Like I Never Mattered I was 19 when I fell in love for the first time. His name was Tolu. He was 24, confident, funny, and everything I thought I needed at that point in my life. He used to text me “good morning” before I even opened my eyes. I thought that was love. I thought that meant I was safe. He wasn’t rich, but he had dreams. He would talk about how he wanted to “make it big and carry me along.” I believed him. I…