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SUMMER IN APRIL

April 2013, my first date with a boy. At that time I was in grade 2 junior high school, and he was grade 3 junior high school. He is not my first boyfriend, but this is my first date. Usually, when invited to date I will refuse for various reasons. The reason is, I can't imagine when the dating atmosphere becomes awkward because I'm not too talkative. But with him, somehow I want to. I did not give the slightest response to rejection.
Most couples will argue about where they will go on a date, but it's different from me. Since this is my first date, I just entrust everything to my boyfriend. The next day we went for a date, he was waiting for me at the school gate. I didn't know where we were going before, I wasn't too curious either, so I didn't ask too many questions. He invited me to eat chicken noodles in a park near my school.
Chicken noodles have a very unique smell, from thousands of miles, it seems like I can recognize if I smell like that, it is the smell of chicken noodles. At that time the atmosphere was very crowded, many people passing by. But, all I can hear is the sound of my heartbeat. I'm nervous. Somehow I saw him different then, his eyes shining, his smile so warm. The thing he was talking about was also fun, at that time it felt like I was going to die.
6 years have passed, but I've only been able to completely forget him. All because of his magic words "even though I am not the first for you, I hope I will be the last for you". I didn't think he was serious at that time. Because I feel bored, I get acquainted and get close to new people. At that time, I did not realize that he was so disappointed, he cried in front of me. I decided to end it all. It took me 6 years to forgive myself. How stupid. I hurt him, I ended our relationship, I also can't forget him. I reject all the men who approach me because I feel everything is nothing like him. How stupid am I? But now I realize that I must keep going forward and turn over a new page.

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