Exactly one year ago today, I had my last first kiss. It was in secret, under a bridge, in my car. It was perfect. It changed everything. Within two days, he told me he loved me. I told him I knew. Within another day, we had spoken of our certainty that we’d spend the rest of our lives together. A week on from our first kiss, we’ve never spent a night apart. I know that I will never be surer of anything, than I am about him.