Everyone has his or her first love. Mine is my classmate in senior school. To some extent, we resemble each other very much. Both of us were active students, but I got better scores than he did. He had a group of good friends and I got only one close friend. It was him started our relationship. I can still remember that evening, I had been busy cleaning the classroom, so I got no time to have dinner. Then he brought me bread and a bag of Zhenxin Sunflower seeds instead of milk, which I loved in junior school. A few days later, we became boyfriend and girlfriend.
We had some incredible time together. We were so happy then. However, things change. We broke up because I thought having a relationship would have bad influence on my study. Both of us felt sad. Sometimes when I was alone, I cry. Nobody knew how much I had to bear.
Time went so slowly, and finally we graduated. I was enrolled in a local normal university, while he failed the exam. We hadnt talk since we broke up, but I could always feel the sadness in his eyes. However, fact is fact. We couldnt change anything.
Now I think I was wrong. I shouldnt have broken up with him at all. I cared too much. In fact, if I had had the right attitude towards the relationship between love and study, I could handle it quite well, instead of sacrifice our relationship