I was standing outside my front door, and Bryan was staring at me.
“Do you think I’m, pretty?”
“No,”
“Do you want to be with me?”
“No,”
“Do you like me?”
“No,”
I was offended, so I started to walk away, but he grabbed my arm.

“I don’t think you’re pretty, I think you’re beautiful. I don’t want to be with you, I need you. I don’t like you I love you! If I’m not with you, I won’t cry, I’d die.”

Then I got my first kiss.