The first time I “really” met Julie was during recess in middle school. I was plucking at my guitar, trying to write a song that was playing in my head. I was starting to realize that girls were nice so that called for new songs. I just couldn’t get the notes right. She waltzed up, snatched the guitar out of my hands, and told me to shut up as she played what I was trying to write. I think I fell in love with her a little bit that day. Maybe more than a little bit.