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 No.15210

What’s the story on your first love sushi?

 No.15222

My first love NTRed me. Or so I would want to say, but, first of all, there had also been an early childhood friend girl who was my neighbor and whom I liked and who maybe also, in a similar way, liked me. Second of all is that, perhaps, for my first love that broke my heart I was more of a side affair than her actual love. So maybe it actually was her original lover who had been getting NTRed through all that time. Or maybe not. Her and me, we never shared a bed after all.

So here goes the story. Some of the top universities in my homeland have boarding schools for kids. During the summer, when the classes are over, the universities offer the summer education programs for various school students. These usually last a month and are open to those who pay the money and have the skills to pass the exam-based competition. Back when I was around 14, one of these summer school students was me. I was a sickly-looking youngling from a far away little town. A kid with little to no useful internet access. To give you an idea of how bad it was, Google would take a minute to open in worst cases. In some sense, you could say, I was sheltered, although the internet issues weren't the only cause in any way.

She was a tiny bit frail-looking pretty girl of my age with blue eyes, fair white skin and brown hair tied in a braid that fell onto her chest. It's not that there was nothing off about her appearance, but since I had fallen in love with her, she seemed to me the most beautiful person in the world. For if you truly love someone, it changes your perception of them. She had an air about her of a fair girl with calm character who's always serious about her studies and school stuff.

I don't remember how we first met, but the school would hold some semi-mandatory events and city tours, and maybe it was at one of these events that we started sharing the music we like, chatting about this and that, and going out with each other for walks while holding hands. Sometimes I also would stay in her room (her roommate usually was somewhere else). We would sit on her bed side-by-side and talk, and sometimes I even mastered enough courage to cowardly caress her thighs (that's when I found out that girls' thighs aren't perfectly smooth but actually feel quite hairy!) and maybe hug her, but nothing more than that. We didn't even kiss. In fact, my first kiss was stolen by a boy some 4 years later, but that's out of this story's scope.

Eventually I noticed that there was another boy whom she had been frequently talking with. At first, I felt quite angry at her, but then it turned out that this guy was her schoolmate from the town she had been living in and that they knew each other very well. I don't exactly remember the later events, but by the time the school session was about to end, I had already been heartbroken. It felt like a hole being put through your chest, although that kind of excruciating pain that I know very little of is likely an overstatement. So, I'd had some stupid silly hopes and dreams about her and, likewise, hadn't had the understanding of the situation, so when it all crumbled, it was bad.

 No.15224

She left me her phone number, but I somehow lost the note with it. It was a very peculiar kind of phone number, however, with either mostly 7s or 8s as well as some 0s in it. So as the pain and the longing hadn't been going anywhere, I decided to try to recall her number and write her an SMS. I received no response. I had never used social media before, but still tried searching for her account, which I successfully found, but the site said it was deleted.

Thus, some 4 months passed. I'd gotten successfully admitted to one of the universities' boarding schools. I still would often recall her, and sometimes I would feel as bad as I had back when the summer school was about to end. So, I decided to follow up with another SMS, just in case. And she replied! I felt so glad at that moment. It turned out that she'd thought that my first message had been sent to her by mistake. Or so she replied, asking me to install WhatsApp. She asked me what I think of her. We kind of complimented on each other's selves… But then she mentioned that guy's name and asked me what I thought about him. Oh my God, was I dense.

We chatted about various stuff, including politics as well as some /x/-related and religious questions, and that went on every day for about a week or maybe longer, I don't remember. Then one day she hadn't replied with anything, and I sent her some messages wondering as to why. Whether there were so many and they were so demanding as for me to come off as what they call a creepy annoying sperg, I don't exactly remember, but it might as well have been like that. In the next three days, she replied that she simply didn't want to, and I guess it was weird for me back then. Or maybe not.

Then, one day, she asked me whether I was in a certain part of the city. It was the district where my dormitory was in. I asked her how she knew that. She said that she could feel it. She told me that she was participating in a national physics competition (or was it a math one?) and that she was now in the same city and was accommodated somewhere in the same area. However, when I inquired about her location so that we could meet, she refused to tell me anything. What were her exact excuses for that, I'm unable to recall. Maybe she said that she didn't want to hurt me or leave me longing for her, but I don't know for sure. So, what happened is that I got angry at her and told her that she was lying. She seemed perplexed by my words, and still insisted that what she'd said was true. It was after this quarrel that we stopped texting to each other. The pain was still there, however.

Some other 5 months later, I discovered the imageboards and anime otaku culture. It's now, having written all this, that I realize how anime like Zero no Tsukaima or To:Love Ru might have played a role in moving me on from that unfortunate romance. But still, it wasn't until that year's fall that the pain was no more and I stopped recalling her image as I had used to.

You know, I felt very strange while writing this. Resurfacing these old memories made some weird feelings gush into my heart like a stream. Writing the part with the hand holding was especially embarrassing and hard for some reason. You know how some kids fuck when they are 12 or even 8? And here I am, an idiot, embarrassed of I don't know what even. The cowardly attempts to caress a girl's thighs? Had my current self been put in the same situation, would there be any difference in what I would've done? I guess that despite tons upon tons of hentai and pictures with cute girls, I'm still lost and blushing when it comes to the silliest real stuff.

Alas, since that time, there hasn't been a girl who would enthrall me like that. Perhaps, for a girl to enthrall you, there has to be love and contact for the love to thrive in. And although there have been pretty and very loveable girls along my way, with none had I gotten as close as with her, my first true love.

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 No.15225

Came across her in the plaza. I was 16 and never had a gf. Went out on a date and as we took shelter from the rain I just asked he to be my gf. She kissed me and my first kiss was a bit uncomfortable because she was significantly shorter than me.
We never had secs, we almost did a couple times but it never happened.
A guy joined our friend group and fell for her. She never liked him but he stirred up enough chaos to cause us to break up.
Her family liked me quite a bit, she had like 5 brothers. Her mom was though af but so was mine so I was never much intimidated by that.
I kept visiting her after we were done, always hoping we could get back together. The family sort of adopted me, and her mother paid me to teach her and her sister English.
Her sister didn't like me before we broke up, but then we became friends, sort of. Funny, today I wonder how the sister is doing, I don't care so much about the one that was my gf.

Not very many came after her. And the same feeling never repeated. I'm glad, though, it was too painful.

 No.15226

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I wish I was a better man when it happened.
She really was one of a kind, if only I didn't believe so poorly of myself at the time.

 No.17505

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Loving for love in all the wrong places; that's my situation…..

 No.17507

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I don't think I've ever felt it. Since elementary school, I've always had explosive relationships with people and my friends would abandon me within a week or two. I tried fitting in with different crowds, like being a metalhead or a marvel nerd, but that didn't work either. The closest thing I had to a relationship with a girl was the last time I tried to befriend one in my final year of high school. We exchanged emails a couple times after I went to college and even met up once, I was desperate to keep in touch with someone from my hometown, but eventually she ghosted me. I was only looking for friendship but even that didn't work out. Its been 4 years since then and I've basically given up on befriending people nevermind falling in love. I don't feel the need for friends. They're more trouble than its worth. If I get the romantic itch I just read some manga or play dating sims. It sucks but that's just how things are.



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