Ever since I was little, I've wanted to have a girly sleepover.

I wanted one like in the movies, where all we do is talk about boys and do each others' hair and nails.

My closest, best friend is a guy.

Yesterday, he went through torture to make sure I got my wish. Sam, your LGMH.

I always worry about loving her more.

Last weekend, she asked how much I love her. I plucked up the reason to show her the 'list of 300 reasons' I carry everywhere.

She laughed, then took my hand and led me upstairs.

Handing me a crumpled piece of paper, she said, 'I have 316, I win.'

Her LGMH.

While teaching my tenth grade math class one day, a young man walked in without any warning.

A girl took one quick look at him, grinned, jumped up, and ran to the front of the room to hug him tightly.

The man was her older brother, back from serving in Iraq for over a year.

Their sibling LGMH.

Today, I made a fake Facebook account just to send a message to a girl I've been in love with for the past two years.

The message said that I loved her, making sure I kept anonymous.

I then logged in to my real Facebook, and I had received a message from the same girl. It said this: "I love u too (:". Anonymous LGMH.

The first time I saw her, I got butterflies.

The first time we kissed, my heart did flips.
The first time she said "I love you", I couldn't breathe.
The first time I realized I wanted her there for the rest of my life, I was the happiest person alive.

I love you, Courtney. Your LGMH.