Remember how you felt all giddy and giggly when you liked a boy? And you thought he was the most important thing on the planet? And how his name was all perfect when you said it just right? And when you got up the nerve to ask him if he liked you he said he did?

And then you told your mom and all she could think of was installing a lock on your bedroom door while you were sleeping and sliding bread crusts, pokemon cards and Free Willy videos under the door?

Can we go back to last week please?