Story of first love

That summer, we met. You weren’t handsome, but I liked you from the first glance.

I remember you had someone by your side then, so I could only watch you silently.

After two weeks, you were running desperately on the school field, crying as you ran. I knew then that you had broken up.

In truth, I was a bad girl. Seeing your breakup made me genuinely happy. That day, I silently kept you company on the field.

Finally, you noticed me. We talked for a long time. You told me how much you liked her and shared stories about your past with her. As you spoke, you cried.

When you were too tired to cry anymore, I took you back to your dorm. On the way, we saw that girl holding hands with another boy. Of course, I didn’t tell you.

The next day, you said you wanted to take me out. We went to a bar together. It was a noisy and uncomfortable environment for me, but I endured it for you. We drank and danced together. Perhaps we both got drunk. We left the bar and went to a hotel, where things happened. But you kept calling her name.

The next day, you apologized and said you would take responsibility. I was actually happy to give you my first time and to hear you say you would take responsibility.

From that point on, you were indeed very good to me. I loved you. I also thought you had fallen in love with me.

Time passed quickly. It was soon my birthday. You gave me a ring, a gold one. I was very happy. You drank a lot that day, leaning on my shoulder and murmuring her name, saying you loved her and asking why she left.

I was stunned. So it was all just my own imagination. After that, I never came to see you again.

Afterward, I became degenerate, smoking, drinking, fighting, clubbing, and escorting. I lingered among various boys.

One day at the bar, I was getting close with a guy when you suddenly came and pulled me away.

You scolded me, calling me cheap.

I just laughed and said, “Yes, I am cheap. I started being cheap from the moment I fell in love with you.” He saw the scars on my hand and held me, saying I was foolish.

Since that day, we haven’t seen each other again.

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