I'm not particularly ready to spill every personal detail to everyone, but my first love was a girl I met in middle school.

I still remember how we met. I had brought a folder of artwork from home for showing a friend at lunchtime, when she asked me if I drew them. Back then, my group of friends hung near the Hot Topic wearing crowd. Normally I didn't pay attention to them, but when I glanced at her face, she had these eyes that spoke of innocent wonder. I didn't know that I was in love with her. I didn't know that I wanted to be friends. All I wanted was to show her things that made her happy and inspire her to pursue her passions.

That was the quickest I have every clicked with someone.

The problem was I became a complete tool my freshman year and had a fuck buddy. I told her about said fuck buddy and hoped that I could make him stable enough to function without depression. It took me three years to realize that it wasn't going to work, but by that time there was no salvation for anything. I remember her swearing on the phone that she wouldn't allow herself to fall that deeply in love again.

I don't know how to make it truly end for me.

The movie wouldn't go to Hollywood; I want this to be a French film please.