When I was 15, my sweetheart crush attempted suicide by cutting her wrists. I kinda brought her back by cheering her up, e.g. we used to exchange letters a lot even though she was in the classroom in front (this was way before cellphones), so I made it into some sort of contest which of us would make the most ridiculously over-elaborated letter.

I still keep a lot of her designs. Once I made a box that set off a horrible alarm sound when opened (my hobby was electronics) and she opened it right in the middle of class, I could hear it through my classroom's window.

Her teacher was furious, but everybody laughed their guts off, including her.

I kind of teased her swapping her uniform sweater with mine and even though she got mad I knew she liked it. She even accepted to being my girlfriend on valentine's day.

Be warned, this was a catholic private school, run by nuns. Then in a lapse of some 3 days I was expelled, accused of being satanic (I'm a hardcore fan of Black Sabbath), a terrorist wanting to blow up the school (I was indeed an electronics hobbyist, you'd always find me fiddling with pliers, batteries, and I miiiiiight have made a prank with the school ring bell), and a transvestite that liked to wear women's clothes (hers, to be specific). I was expelled, without a right to an official score card (a paper schools give in my country to certify the year you spent), prohibited from coming anywhere near her, telephone her, or visiting the school again.

Turns out her mom never liked me at all, mostly because I wasn't filthy rich like the rest of the others. The principal was making some inquiries among my schoolmates to find a way to expel me, by her request.

I swore I could've married that girl. I still feel extremely insecure around some women. I was destroyed to pieces, I had never felt like that before. I remember reckoning "such is the point where people cut their veins".