@Romance My earliest memory of a romantic-ish gesture stems from childhood at school during recessive after a lunch break. I was wearing a new long skirt my mom had bought me (though I probably should've worn it on a weekend instead looking back) and I remember it being made of stiff denim. I was so intent on outrunning one of my best friends with a long streak of victories that I was so jealous of him, and my skirt didn't allow me to run fast, so it caused me to fall on the concrete ground and I landed pretty hard. Of course, drops of blood dripped from my knee and right elbow. Fortunately, with a staff member's help who happened to be nearby and saw what happened, my childhood friend freaked out at my bloody mess and urged the school nurse to hurry with bandaging my wounds. After that, he watched over me and didn't ask me for a rematch. We've been best friends ever since. If anything really, just his concern for me alone really won a special place in my heart, haha.
