I fell in love with a boy at 18. He was quiet, kind, sentimental, musical, funny as hell, weird, Mark-McGrath-frosted-tipped.
He had been my best friend for 4 years, and after we dated some other pimple-faced kids, we were like, "hey, you're cool. Wanna go to the movies?" He awkwardly tried to snuggle with me while we watched Pearl Harbor, to which I respond like this: