In year twelve, we met by chance quick comebacks sparked our first glance. His wit was sharp, his charm ran bold he asked, “Do your toes ever get cold?” In year thirteen, the ball was near awkward smiles and a touch of fear. We danced as friends and then out of the “blue" a kiss to end the night and our feelings grew. Through nerves and laughs, he asked, “Is that us?” And just like that, we became us.