I have very few memories of my childhood. Below the age of 13 or so is pretty much a large blur. So, uh, the first time I can clearly remember telling a girl that I loved her was when I was 15. Her name was Jessica.

I'm not sure if I actually loved her or if I just felt very strongly for her. I probably would've given her the world if I could have. Until she told me to piss off, that is.