The first love. Many of us experienced that during highschool. And when we grow a bit older, we dismiss that as puppy love. Not the actual first love.
The firsts are always the most memorable ones. The first time you hold hands, the first time you hug him and would never want to be apart from him, the first time you kiss, the first time you're upset, the first time seeing him angry.... It's like culture shock, but it soon evolves and become the I-used-to-its.
And then the first time you break up.
The helplessness feeling that you can't control.
And the story diverts into 2 paths: The rekindle, and the moving on.
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