my first breakup was christian b**. asshole. age: twelve. nothing serious of course, but he broke my heart and since then i don’t trust men. of course this could be a genetic fault.

my first kiss happened after my first breakup and during my first “real” party. age: thirteen. his name was thomas c**. and i still remember everything! especially the music! first close dance: “samba pa ti” carlos santana. first kiss: “hirsohima” wishful thinking. hmmm … i’d love to have this feeling back again!

and no, i don’t think “hiroshima” was a bad omen.

@Zoee: Poor you. But you seem have to survived and flourished - although you had some terrible times in your lovelife?

not that terrible, normal stuff and lovesickness and not to often. nothing really bad ever happened to me. at least, i don’t remember.

a breakup is a good way to reflect yourself and to think about your goals in relationships and social life.
i learned a lot about myself and what can i say? i’m gorgeous!