Remember that night we first decided we were dating? We almost didn’t even try because you were graduating in the spring. But something happened, and we decided we had to go for it. We were kissing on the old green couch. In the middle of it, you burped a little. It was gross. Oh, it was gross. And what did I do? I pretended it didn’t happen. I kept on kissing you. I really must have been in love with you.