Well if there's gonna be a storythread: I'll start.
>4th grade. First girl I ever like.
>One of the most athletic kids in the grade. On the tall side, light brown hair and green eyes. She wore "boy's clothes": t-shirts, jeans, sneakers, and ballcaps. Only telling feminine affects were stud earrings and that her hair was in a ponytail. In recollection I remember her arms were freckled, but I don't remember freckles on her face so maybe she did wear makeup.
>All I really knew about her then was how she looked, that she was athletic, and she told and laughed at jokes a lot. At least she would laugh at mine.
>Oh and her given name was "Darling".
>Wind up in her circle of friends and blurt out that I like her one day at after-lunch-recess.
>All her friends start teasing me.
>She yells at them to shut up and when they don't she takes me out of the group and behind some playground equipment.
>She asks me what I meant. Shook: I babbled out a bunch of mostly banal platonic compliments until the bell rang. Though I'm pretty sure a "you're pretty" was in there.
>I turned away from her when I heard the bell. Without saying anything she plants a kiss on my cheek and runs back inside.
>My cheeks burn up. I realized that she was holding my hand the entire time from pulling me out of the group, to listening to me, up until she pecked and bolted.
>Spend two months in puppylove. A little bit at recess but mostly before our parents picked us up from school. Got to hang out at her house and play with her dogs after school some days.
>Then my parents then tell me that we're moving.
>I cried when saying goodbye to her. I can't even remember if she said "goodbye", but I remember she told me to "tough up".
Honestly I'm happy my parents got relocated for work. I'd rather have an amicable parting than live with myself after fucking it up, or experiencing any other real life problem that would've ended it sourly.