I couldn't take my eyes off the silent boy in the classroom.
Dressed in black, with long blond hair, Zach looked just like a rock star.
I had to speak to him.
At 16, I was much more forward and outgoing than the other girls at school.
"You have pretty hair," I began. "Can I braid it?"
"Guess so," he replied nervously.
Running my hands through his silky locks, I sensed how anxious he was.
The bad-boy look was all just an act.
Once we got to know each other, it was clear we had a lot in common.
We both played the piano and loved to go hiking. Soon enough we started dating.
After three years together, I began spending time with Jon, another friend from high school.
We'd known each other since we were 15 but I hadn't paid him much attention at the time.
Back then, Jon was the sweet, nerdy, red-haired guy who would help me with my science homework.
There hadn't been any attraction, but now I realised I had feelings for him.
But I loved Zach too much to betray him.
We were engaged by then. I plucked up the courage to tell him I was torn.
Amazingly, Zach just shrugged.
"Go for it," he said. "As long as we're still together too."
So Jon and I started seeing each other.
Over the next few weeks, I realised we were falling for each other. But I still loved Zach.
"I don't want to just date you," Jon said. "I want more."
So, bizarre as it sounds, I carried on seeing both of them.
They got on really well, so it just seemed natural.
I didn't see any reason to hide what me, Zach and Jon were doing from my family.
"I wish I'd thought of this when I was younger!" Mum said. Dad was also supportive.
Not everyone reacted positively.
People started to torment us over Facebook.
What you're doing is worse than bestiality! someone wrote.
The cruellest message was from a girl who had once been one of my closest friends.
I hope you never have children, she wrote.
They just don't understand, I thought, determined not to let anyone get the best of me.
Nothing was going to stop the special relationship the three of us shared.
When Zach and I got married, Jon baked the cake.
Later, I fell pregnant, but didn't know which of them was the father.