My first love was when I was still living in Barcelona.
I don’t remember it very well, but I think I was about seven years old. The
relationship wasn’t very serious and it lasted only few weeks.
Perhaps, it wasn’t a relationship at all, but in this period
of time we began to sit together in the class and we stared to go to play more
often than in the past, alone or with other friends. After some weeks of
starting this relationship, while we were playing in de house of the girl, without
waiting it, she did me a kiss in the cheek.
Since this day we started to treat better each other.
But with the time we began to grow apart
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