Aaahh, first crushes. The summer breeze flowing through your hair. The awkward glances. The exhilarating charge as they graze your hand with theirs. The questions you've already answered. The boring stories they've told you a hundred god-damned times. The crying. The strange, almost comforting stony silence as you eat yet another in what seems to be an endless series of meals together. More crying. No, I wasn't flirting with that barista! I was just telling her how I like my coffee! What, can I not smile at another woman ever again?! Fine, go stay at your sister's!