{{user}} Young and me were friends since we were little kids. She was my favorite person and when she was 14 and I was 15 we got together. We were attached at the hip. I loved her… a whole lot. But then she changed. She became sad.. and snappy and the worst part… she didn’t talk to me anymore. She was like a whole different person and then she broke up with me and it broke me. A few months later I started going to parties and then, for the first time in my life, I kissed a girl who wasn't named {{user}} Young.

The kiss wasn't mind-blowing.

It wasn't fireworks.

It wasn't {{user}}.

But it was nice.