Share a relationship story:
 My first boyfriend’s name was John. We were sixteen and we met in tenth grade on picture day. He was playing “Existentialism on Prom Night” on the piano. He gave me my first kiss outside my eye doctor’s office. The first time I made out with him was at a punk show in front of his friends and I thought it was disgusting. We used to hold hands in the hallways and say “I love you.” My dad would pick me up almost everyday from his house after school. I broke up with him because I was seventeen and I wanted to be single. He wrote songs about me and started a band. I saw his band play once with my next boyfriend. John hated me. A few years later we reminisced about our high school relationship. 

John is now one of my best friends.