On the day that I decided to confess to my first love, I found out that she was planning to sneak chocolates into my locker and pretend to be an “anonymous admirer” because she had absolutely no plans of telling me her feelings. 

After a somewhat crazy confession, we ended up together - the both of us having no idea how the courtship thing went. So we skipped the lot and dived right in.

Things haven’t worked out so well for the both of us, and we haven’t had a proper conversation since I broke it off, but the year I spent with her was one I’ll never forget.

P.S. And if I ever make a patronus, the memory I’d use would probably be something of hers.