my life is a lovestory part 1

i met him through friends when i was 16. he lived in another city, 3 hours by train from me.
he was the first boy i ever kissed and shared a bed with.
it was the kind of teenage love that you read about in books.

we saw each other every other weekend, and for a while that felt okay.
i had no clue about what you are supposed to do when in a relationship so we mainly spent our time kissing in public and holding hands, to sort of make sure that everyone knew that we both had someone we belonged to.

i was a jealous girl by then, and when he started a new school and made lots of new friends, especially girls, i almost cried because i was sure that he would leave me to be with one of them.
i thought i knew what true love was and that him and i were going to stay us forever.
even i was suprised when, in the end, 6 months after we met, I broke up with HIM.