Thread:Dr.Who1997/@comment-24239527-20140920064729/@comment-996391-20141001163104

You live survive this, Dr. Who. This situation reminds me of my first relationship, my first kiss, and my first breakup. We have both just finished 8th grade of the primary school (in my country we have only 8 grades), and all three classes went on the excursion to the sea. I didn't even know her before that. But we (accidentally) sat at the same table in the hotel, started talking, realized we have many similarities, went to a disco club that night, danced for hours. Then, on our return to the hotel, we held each other's hand. The next day, she hugged me, and a few hours later we were in my room, and we were getting closer and closer to each other, and then we shared a kiss. The next days were full of romance, but when the excursion was over, and we returned to our town, she said she was still too young for a longer relationship. And then we broke up. I spent at least the entire year thinking about her, but the wound in my heart healed, eventually. But still, she was my first love, and I will never forget her.