I know two things, it’s been three years since I met you in that Debate classroom freshman year and I love you. I guess I know that you love me too. You said you’ve loved me since you walked in that room and saw my long, blonde hair swing over the desks. You told me you knew I was the one when I walked out the front door of my house on that September night. And we were both nervous. We’ve talked about what happens when June comes around, and it made us sad to think of leaving each other, so we’re staying together and you’ll visit me in Nashville and I’ll visit you in Wisconsin and it’ll be just like it was when you came over at 8:00 and laid with me until I fell asleep. That’s why I’m ready and more than willing to have sex with you. Don’t you want to have sex with me? I know we’re 17, but I don’t want to lose my virginity to anyone else, but you. You’re my first love and maybe you’ll be my only love, the way we’ve been talking about things. I’m unsure of what’s going to happen next year, or the year after that, or the year after that, or even a month or two from now, but I know I want to be with you, in my bed, on New Year’s Eve. And I want you to be the one that sees parts of me no one else gets to, that can call my body his. I want you to be mine too. I know we’ve been through shit, but we’ve been through love too and it’s been beautiful. The point is I’m unsure of the future, but I know three things, it’s been three years since I met you in that Debate classroom freshman year and I love you and I want you to be another first in my life.