My name is Victoria, I'm 18 years old, but at the time when I fell in love for the first time, I was 17 years old. I worked in a bar on the beach. There was a lake near the beach, I liked working there. I worked there with a friend and once a young man came to the bar, which I immediately liked, something inside of me immediately stirred, revived. He bought beer, joked. Then he left, I immediately felt empty, as if something was missing. Then this young man went to the bar and asked for my number, I did not give it right away, well then he gave me his hand so I wrote to him my number, I took the pen and wrote and so we got to know him and started to communicate.
I saw him very often at the lake and asked God to come to the bar and say hello. Yes, of course, so it was all right. Then we kissed him at the bar, he kissed very well, but that's not the point. A week later we went to the cinema with him, walked, I became very attached to him, he liked me very much, in short, I fell in love with him as silly.
I was remarkably well with him. He introduced me to his parents with his own. Everything was fine, they even thought about the wedding. And one day it happened that he hit me. I had a strong grudge to him, I shared this with a friend, she gave me advice that it was necessary to leave, she told me - why do you need a guy who raises your hand? I thought about these words and decided to part with it.
When I parted with him it was very painful for me to feel like my body was being killed, but I did not think that I did and stood by my own that we should part. It was very bad, and I felt it for him and him. And so our love story ended with him. I did not think that everything would be like this, I myself was to blame, I had to listen to my heart, and not someone else's words, thoughts. I very much regret all that I did, well, as they say, everything that is done in life is for the best. So, never live with other people's thoughts. You can lose your loved one, without which there is no life. And you will always look for yourself a young man like him, the first love of his life.