I was sixteen, we had met at a High School Model UN taking place in University for a week long.
She arrived late and I fell for her as soon as she walked in. Throughout the week I would soon discover she was the funniest and most charming person there.
Our sessions were modeled after WHO and the theme was suicide prevantion, we all cried in the last few days because everyone had a personal connection with the topic, and it was so intense. Me and her would bond in between sessions and for the last day I brough her a brownie, but ants had taken over the sweet treat before it could reach her.
We started seeing each other afterwards. Our first kiss was right after a play I was doing and she had come to watch. It was after everyone had already left, and it was just the two of us in front of my school's gate. My face still had a bit of white clown paint I had tried to clean in a rush, but she still held my face close and we kissed. It was stiff and awkward, I still had to get home early to study for a presentation I had the next day, and hadn't even started to research for, but ultimate it was warm and lovely.
We dated for a few months but I had to move and ended up difting apart.