Remember when you traced over my photograph in green paint and it made me look like Shrek? I hated you for that. You're a talented tracer though; I'll give you that.
Remember that one time you made a list of things I like in your notebook? I found it romantic in a tastefully subtle way. I like that you noted my affinity for knee socks. The song and the item of clothing.
Remember when I wrote you that poem on Hello Poetry? It was kind of cliche in a charming sort of way You never admitted to reading it, but I know you did.