While getting a tour of the school’s music rooms, I'm not lying, the cutest boy I had ever seen in my life walks into the classroom to grab his instrument -- an alto saxophone. I could either stick with the clarinet, which I had played before, or try a new instrument. At that moment the choice was obvious. Saxophone all the way!

We began an amazing four-month relationship. I taught him to play chess, we learned music together, he would make me Sonic and Knuckles drawings and he even gave me my first kiss. But all that came crashing down one fateful day when I got the chicken pox. Sixth grade relationships are solely based on seeing each other at school every day. I couldn’t come to school because I was sick. So he dumped me.

I'm still mad about it to this day. I was devastated -- I mean like, heartbroken to the 100th power. We ended up having private saxophone lessons together at his house the summer after we broke up. This killed me because my 11-year-old self was still completely in love with him.

Years and years later in 2006, I sent him a message on MySpace, trying to jog his memory as to who I was. Turns out, he remembered me down to the smallest detail -- how I wore my hair and the songs I played in jazz band. At that time, he was living in California and I was still in New Jersey so we exchanged numbers and starting talking on the phone every day. Both of us were dating other people at the time, though, so we ended up losing touch again. The timing wasn't right.

Fast-forward to May 2009 when I received a Facebook message from him out of the blue. He apologized for how things ended the last time around. When we got on the phone again, we talked for seven straight hours. We had so much catching up to do.

He visited one month later. When he pulled up to my apartment and started walking toward me, it was very...strange. He was beautiful in pictures, but seeing him in-person was so different. To be very honest, I wasn't really sexually attracted to him! I mean, I loved him and was in love with him, but I wasn't sexually attracted to him. Yeah, I know that's weird. Maybe it was because he looked like the little boy I remembered from sixth grade, but with a beard. He walked up to me and hugged me lightly. We came into the house and sat on the bed as far apart as we could, just looking at each other, smiling from ear to ear. We were just sitting there talking, when I reached down to the foot of the bed to grab something off the floor. I don’t know what he thought I was doing, but he kissed me. And when he kissed me, that was pretty much it! Everything I had been feeling made so much more sense. Two days later, when we came up for air, he told me he loved me and that he was going to move me to California and make me his wife. This sounded like crazy talk to me, but he was serious. I figured we'd just see where things went, but I honestly didn't think anything would come out of it. I was so wrong.