I don't remember whose idea it was to have sex with each other. Or why we never went steady; I wouldn't have minded to have you as my girlfriend.
I do remember the day I first kissed you. We were sixteen. It was one of the days you were pissing me off, and I loved you so much and just didn't understand why you were saying such mean things to me. So to shut you up, I pushed you up against a wall and attacked your mouth with mine.
It worked. I found I loved kissing you, and you loved kissing me too. And then one thing led to another.