My name is Noelle. This is Paul. We go together well. We are coming up on our second year together. It was one of those best friends from the start kind of things. We ate lunch together on the first day of high school. Fast forward to our senior year and we were still eating lunch together, but then we started writing letters to each other. Hundreds of them. Passing them to each other between classes, dropping them at each other's houses after school. I think we gradually accepted (after five months of letters, mind you) that we were more than friends, and probably always were. Now we are practically twenty and living together in a little blue house while we attend the University of Oregon. Isn't life grand?