Once upon a time, there was a boy and girl,
and they were acquaintances, not really friends
or anything, but they both kind of liked each
other, but never really did anything about it.
Six months passed and the girl and the boy
grew to really like each other. One day they  
both decided that they were going to tell
one another how they felt. As they
approached each other their muscles grew
tense and they got sweaty palms, and when
they reached each other they both opened
their mouths at the same time, and said,
"I like you,"
and their lips met in the most perfect kiss since
Buttercup and Wesley or
Romeo and Juliet or
Satine and Christian or
Belle and the Beast or
Jack and Rose or
Nick and Nora or
Sid and Nancy or
even Frank and Nancy.
They went to prom together, and they went to
college together, and they got married at the
top of the Empire State Building, and they had
a fitting herd of children,
and lived
       happily
             ever
                   after.