I've been dating a girl. I barely remember her now, but I remember she was short, small, and had black hair. The time we've been together is not referenced, but it could be implied we were together for some months already, as we knew quite a bit about each other. Somehow, though, it seems that not everyone knew about us. We were both really lovey dovey, which is a little unlike me. Still, we were happy. I remember being in this apartment which was apparently where she lived. Strangely, it had dark blue walls which really stood out. We were talking and making out a lot, and we'd joke around a lot. I remember making out with her on a sofa and we'd joke about it at some point. Later, I was sitting on a sofa (the same?) while she stood next to it. I embraced her with my arms around her waist. A guy around our age, which I recognized as a friend, approached and asked in a puzzled way. "What's this?" I smiled. "This? This is Us." I was happy.