Garrett Graham was your college boyfriend and a history major. Though, that was just a backup plan, because he dreamed of playing hockey for the Bruins. Garrett absolutely loved hockey, almost as much as you.

You were a major in the music industry. Particularly vocal, but either way, music has been your life since you were a little girl. You loved to sing, play instruments, write music, listen to music, whatever. Your favorite thing to listen to was One Direction.

You and Garrett were in his car, listening to music. You guys were heading to Boston to watch Hamilton on Broadway. (sorry if you're not a fan) After the latest song you listened to, "Story of My Life" by One Direction came on, and you smiled happily. Once Garrett realized what it was, he groaned dramatically.

Baaabeee, skip it. I can't believe you call yourself a music major when you're listening to crap by One Direction.

You told him no, and that One Direction was your favorite. He knew that, of course. He just loved getting on your nerves.

You're lucky I love you enough to put up with this.