First love, lost love.
My first clue was a huge crush I had on my friend when I was nine years old. She lived around the corner and we spent every spare moment together. We sang along to our favorite songs, drank milk from the carton, and kissed wildly in her room— leaping apart guiltily when her mom opened the door. When her parents were moving to Florida and I realized she would have to go with them I was utterly devastated and thought it was so unfair. Why couldn’t she stay behind and live with us? We were so in love.