And don't even start with the heart-shaped earrings.

I don't doubt he loves me; he tells me a dozen times a day. I guess I'll spend forever knowing I may not be the first or the most ferocious, but I'm the one who got him to say, "I do."

High school can evoke bad memories, of cliques and hormone-infused drama, of memorizing World War I dates, of diagramming sentences and conjugating Latin verbs and struggling through Calculus. Of being plagued by self-doubt and wanting desperately to fit in.