I remember who was the first to confess. I told you under the large oak tree after school once everyone had left. I remember stuttering like crazy and getting embarrassed because I couldn't stop. I remember when I smacked myself on the head when you agree to go on a date with me after school. You just chuckled and told me I was stupid and that we would meet up at 7:30.

The first date we went to see whatever horror movie there was playing. I remember getting scared and grabbing your hand. When I went to pull it away, you held it tighter and even though it was dark in the room, I could see your smile. We sat like that for the rest of the movie.

I remember our first kiss. It was our third date and we went to the beach. I was being childish, building a sand castle and you knocked it down. I started to whine and pout and you pressed your lips quickly against mine, silencing me for a few seconds. I just sat there opening and closing my mouth in shock. You mumbled something about how cute I was and kissed me again. I blushed the darkest I had ever.

We had progressed since then. We spent every day together. It was a good time for me. I was happier than I ever was and I was actually enjoying school. Well, every class with you.

I remember when we first had sex. It was really awkward because we were both very inexperienced, just two bodies moving against each other. I remember when you first told me you loved me. You gasped it into my ear when I felt you explode within me. The moment I heard that I started to cry. You pulled out and asked me why. It was because I was happy to hear those words.

We were the regular teenage couple. We'd be together during the day and stay at each other's houses, quietly exploring each other's bodies and quieting our moans so we wouldn't get caught. You even bought me a necklace. It was a Vivienne Westwood orb locket. You had been wanting one for the longest time and yet, you bought me one. You placed a picture of us in it. We were smiling in the picture, your goofy smile standing out the most.

Then all of a sudden, you were getting distant. We started to not talk as much as we used to and everytime I would ask if I could come over, you would claim that you had something else to do or that you were busy. It was all so frustrating to me.

I remember when I caught you. You were whispering sweet nothings into her ear, your teeth lightly biting the lobe in between sentences. I dropped my bag and you looked over at me, mumbled an "Oh shit. Miku, I'm sorry." I felt the tears well up in my eyes. I was a mixture of hate, sadness, betrayal. I wanted to punch you in the face and beg for you to come back to me at the same time. I want you so badly but at the same I wanted you to disappear. I was too shocked to say anything. I grabbed my bag and ran.

I ran to some unknown place and found myself on top of a building. I stood on the ledge and looked at the Tokyo sky. The sun was setting and hues of the sun disappearing were beautiful. I watched them set. It's so funny how our love was like the sunrise and sunset. It started off bright, cheerful, and low due to our innocence and immaturity. Then it got higher with every passing day, formed by 'I love you's and sex. Then, it started to slowly descend. Your distance and then the scene I saw just before. Then, it was night.

You were my first love. You were my first thought when I jumped, clutching the locket tight.