Mine happened back in the end of November (the 27th). I was 15 then, and I'm 16 now.
My first boyfriend and I had been dating for a little over 2 weeks. We went out on our 3rd date to a restaurant and he had a gift with him. So after we ate, we sat on the stone edge of a fountain that had been turned off for the winter. We were freezing cold because we had thin jackets on and it was about 15 degrees outside. I swear, I still have never felt that cold since then.
He gave me this adorable home made planter pot that I use to hold pens and stuff on my desk. It was for Christmas and had a Reindeer's face on it. Freaking adorable as it was filled with candy canes. I wish I remembered more, but I was so nervous that I really don't.
I remember saying that I loved it, and then we kissed. It was purely mutual: he didn't kiss me/I didn't kiss him, we both did together.
I do remember, though, that I noticed that it was 15 degrees again, after forgetting for a few moments.
So that's my story. I broke up with him a few months later. As revenge, he dated a good friend of mine 2 months later. They didn't last any longer than we did.
He's got a knife throwing kind of love