Who was your first love?

My first love was when I was 15 was a teacher I had in high school was a love of those who never forget she was called Gabriela was only 24 years old she was pretty thin blonde hair small breasts but firm we were my friends throughout the semester after She told me that she was not going to teach anymore because she had been offered another job in another place with better pay and that she had to go even then we had a good time last month the whole damn room spoke badly about me because she and I spent more time together and she was always for me I think I was the only one to have her personal email to talk to her at night she was very discreet all her students except me if she had confidence, we spent all the time together we had lunch together we always talked and We told each other even though she didn't know I liked her, she didn't want to tell her because I didn't know how she was going to take it. I didn't dare tell her that I like her in those months, in the last week that That she was going to teach me, I gave her a necklace that was not expensive but if it was quite special when I gave it to her, then she put it on and kissed my cheek

obviously even though I wanted somewhere else lol the next day I arrived very early at school and I was alone in the classroom she came to me from behind and hugged me I felt her breasts from behind was a beautiful moment for me and told me that I really liked my gift and that he kept it forever and he said come I want to give you something I imagined that he was going to give me sex or something similar I was excited to feel his breasts hahaha but he gave me a perfume that disappointed I was xD but I told him thanks a few days later finally the day came that I did not want the last day she was going to teach after that she would not return she said goodbye to her students and until they left I stayed with her a few minutes later in My mind was happening I tell her I tell her now I tell her that I like I will not have another chance God I do she thought she and I were accommodating some things and she was saying goodbye to me and told me that I am her best friend and that she is not going to forget things like that but I was blocked in my mind I did not know whether to tell her or not when we were already going out the door down the stairs of the entrance she gave me her hand as goodbye I hugged her I did not want her hand but hugging her was uncomfortable for her I imagine so only the I hugged for a few seconds and she asked me why my heart was beating so much I lied I told her is that I took enough red bull today but it was a lie I had not taken any red bull beats because she was beating my heart much more than a red bull was a moment sad for me when she left I felt bad for not telling her what I feel for fear she and I said goodbye and everyone took a different path to what she said she turned to see me
A month later she returned to school and I ran to see her I thought she was going to return to teach but it turned out that I only return to bring some papers that I needed to accompany her until she left. She felt somewhat angry or upset I didn't want to ask her why but she said goodbye and said goodbye with my hand too

Next the school principal told me that she did not return for any paper that was only to leave a letter and told me it was for me and I opened it saying some thoughts of her about me and I never saw her again until within 3 years later I saw her again and there if without fear I told her that I liked her until we had a date of friends xD she made it clear to me that she did not like it but that she appreciates my love and that we could leave but only once to give me the pleasure was a good date but in the end she ruined it by telling me something that I suspected I tell myself that I was waiting for a baby of a man who left her not to speak to her anymore I took her by the hand I hugged her and said goodbye
after that 6 years passed but I saw her again in a super market but she did not see me but I did to her and it was a disaster I no longer had the beautiful body I was deplorable ugly and it showed that I no longer wanted to live I was wearing ugly
by then I had already had 3 couples in that time of 6 years so I no longer felt the same as I felt the first time I was sad to see her in those conditions I remember her as the pretty girl I ever fell in love with but but 9 years later they did very badly to his life I am very emaciated even so I keep him darling

The first formal relationship I had was in college. I do not know if it was for love, or for the need to feel love, since finally the relationship did not work and I took the initiative to separate. I knew in advance that it wouldn't work, but I still wanted to "prove" what a courtship is like.
Unfortunately, my first love not only started unstably, but it ended with many wounds for both parties. Therefore, I decided that the next relationship would have to be in unconditional love, not based on the self and with the commitment and vision due, since I do not want a separation to hurt the other person.

My first love was a girl named Sarah. I put the ax because it makes it more attractive, but surely I didn't have it. She had Andalusian beauty, face of not having broken a dish in life and was the most popular girl in the class. I don't know if I liked it because of that or simply because I had to like someone, but my primary goal was to get your attention as much as I could to see if I could be with her.

I paid no attention. So I started to make plans to get his attention. The first thing was to shout his name, to see if he approached. But he looked at me with a weird face. Then I started pulling her hair and messing with her. So I began to interact with her, although it seemed that she, rather than wanting to talk to me, wanted to hit me. One morning, I picked up daisies on the way to school to give them to them. My best friend, Natalia, told me it was a very nice gesture. When I reached her, I threw them in her face. He didn't smell them.
One day, directly, I pretended to have amnesia at school. My primary school teacher worried so much that he called my parents. He told them that I had too much imagination and that they took me to a psychologist, to see what happened to me. But I was still wrong with the story that had mounted me, which was that I no longer remembered my story. I asked, like this, on the air, if talking to Sarah could recover her memory. He laughed in my face. I pulled her hair again.
Upon finishing primary school and moving to Parla, where I live now, I realized that I could never have Sarah. I accepted defeat and assumed it as part of life. Before saying goodbye, we played the typical “I like / don't like” game with the rest of my teammates. You could declare me before saying goodbye. At least, stay calm. But just before it touched me, it was my friend Natalia. He kissed me on the cheek, which in the language of the game meant "I like you." I did not declare to Sarah. I left that school thinking that I had become obsessed with something unattainable instead of having enjoyed first love with someone who understood me.