You know, there’s this time in every teenager’s life when the girl or guy of his or her dreams appear, backlit with the surreal glow of the heavens and hair blowing dramatically like in those shampoo commercials.

This is way, way before cynicism and bitterness sets in and we realize that in reality, people don’t actually come out of the factory set to these heavenly specs.

For weeks, I’ve been trying to write about mine. You know, the girl who once appeared to me as if sent via Express Post from God.

But the words never seem to come out right.