When I was in school, I thought she was cute in the corridors. Surprisingly, I saw her at a friend's party, and even more surprisingly, she showed affection. Predictably, I fell in love with her.
We spent several months together, going on dates and sharing countless kisses. Occasionally, we spent intimate moments together in bed.
She had big, kind eyes that conveyed a sense of submissiveness—difficult to explain, but incredibly endearing. Coupled with her sexy body, blonde hair, and pinkish complexion, she was irresistibly cute to me.
It's been over eight years since she broke up with me, and I still think about her daily. I've come to accept that I'll always be just another guy who got his heart broken and will never truly get over it.