He was my first

He was the first love that makes me feel like I can have sex with someone who has body odor. I thought I was a neat freak since I was born, but the truth is you will eliminate your whole standers when you fall in love with somebody. We were twenty-two at the time. Twenty-two, Is that too late to have the first love? Probably, but it is what it is.

My friends talked about him constantly after we broke up. Most of the time, I'd forgotten the details, but they still remembered. I was wondering they might like him as well at the time. 

He is not that a good looking person, not that charming as well when we just met. I still can go back that day when we sat together with all our classmates having a welcome dinner for fresh. His action looked like a slow-motion that reminded you to think about kids. I wanted to protect him suddenly. It felted like somebody hold my heart and squeezed it. He becomes my first one.