Well we were both eight and I was staying round her house. It was a regular thing, we used to sit in sleeping bags in the sitting room. We were just friends at the time and we were playing Playstation (GT4 if I remember rightly) and after a race she looked at me and smiled, I smiled back and... Well one thing led to another and we kissed, ten seconds and a giggle from her later and it had happened. A couple of months later I had turned nine and on the way to a Swimming Competition (We both used to be keen swimmers, and she is now at a 'swimming school' of sorts, well known for breeding Olympians.) she asked me out. Not quite the usual way round but still.
We had such a lovely relationship, I basically lived in her house to the extent where most of my possesions were in her room rather than my own back home. We started out just as her mother gave birth to a little boy, Joe, he was like a younger brother to me. Things had a reached a peak this summer. We were hugely in love (I think), I'd proposed (Young foolishness yes, but at the time it seemed so right) and let's say, we went far beyond kissing.
Then she recieved a scholarship to the aforementioned school. She wasn't keen on leaving and crossing a sea to go there, and we'd only see eachother at 4-6 week intervals but I convinced her it was for the best if she pursued it. It was her dream after all. So things became long distance, but she called a hault to it all last month.
That first kiss led to years of memories and moments, and it hurts knowing it's over but it's nice knowing her future horizons look bright while I sit here depressed. Sorry about this comment, just not a happy bunny as of late, as you can tell. I'd post a picture but, not sure if that's allowed.