I've had many first loves. I can write about Mats, who was my girlfriend when I was two, we had the sticky hands of children and mom and my mom got us his to hug and cute. I can write about Andrew, who was my girlfriend in kindergarten, my mom says we used to sit behind the couch and Kline, but that's not true, for there was no room behind the sofa, and besides, snogging, we do not, you making out not when you is five. I can write about all the boys in first grade, because I was in love with everyone, a new one every week. I can write about all avstandsforelskelsene, Zack Hanson, Aaron Carter, Ron Weasley, Amy Lee. I can write about Benjamin, I can write about Khalid and I can write about Betty, she with the blue hair and contagious smile.
But I do not write about it. I write about her I got to know the Gaysir when I was sixteen, she with the beautiful eyes, she who had a scarf in pride colors the first time we met, when we drank coffee and smoked Luckies at Garage. Martin was the first my boyfriend, we were together in exactly three weeks, and during the three weeks did I have my first (negative) face of Sambucca, get sunburnt, drink beer and barbecue in the park, I managed to eat ice cream , and Martin managed to start the tradition that says that it is not summer before Ms. Stokkefot face in the water. It was three weeks of sunshine almost every day, followed by three weeks of tears, for all know that first love does not last forever. It was summer, I got over the defeat and the fall was Martin's best friend, I drove her with tram from the station to end station with smoke breaks between departures from the stations, too much caffeine in the blood. Martin was to blame in that I love my Roskilde festival, she is responsible for much of my taste in music, she is still one of the very best friends, and in March I will visit her in Tromsø.
There are no pictures of me and Martin from when we were together, but here we are in September the same year, when Martin turned 18
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