My first real kiss was with Christian Gore at a football game in seventh or eighth grade. Our friend Rachel took a picture of it as it happened, and I like to think that it was utterly perfect.
I’ve said ‘I love you’ to a lot of people, but i think the frist time I truly meant it was to a girl named Kat (who turned out to be a heart-shattering cunt), but I had liked her since I met her, the summer after sixth grade, and we got together the summer after ninth. It was good while it lasted. Most days, I like to think she loved me back.