I still remember my prom night. My boyfriend took me to the yacht club (his parents were well off) for dinner, and I ordered a spinach salad. He ordered the escargot (!!), so I had to eat those (I was terrified of trying new things anyway, oh my GOSH I swallowed them without chewing).

I guess I don’t have much to write about it. It’s more that I was so proud—I was so proud of him. He was so beautiful. He had the most beautiful lips.

It’s funny, we talked about this (we are friends now), and he remembers this same moment. He picked me up on the dance floor, and started spinning. He said the same thing, that he saw the art teacher (a mentor of sorts) watching us, and he felt proud, too.

I really like the innocence of our relationship, looking back on it. Neither one of us had ever been serious with anyone else, and we had each only ever kissed one other person is all.