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I met Quentin when I was 18 years old. My relationship with a guy in the army just ended (he actually got back with his ex girlfriend only three hours after the break up). Meeting Quentin was a sparkle of hope after disenchantment. We met on the stairs of an opera, talked for an hour before inviting him to go to the club with my friends and I. We had such a good conversation, I felt a connection. Some people would call it love at first sight. We stayed together for 17 days and these 17 days were the most beautiful of my life. On the 18th day, he sent me a message telling me we should stop seeing each others. He blocked me from every social media. I went to his apartment only to see his best friends telling me he didn’t want to see me. I cried non stop for three weeks. I had the impression my heart had been taken off my chest. Two months later, I went to his appartement and surprisingly he opened the door, he didn’t know it was me. I wish everybody would have seen the look on his face when he saw me. He finally gave me an explanation, basically “ I was crazy and he wasn’t ready for a relationship so fast “. I couldn’t be interested in a guy until two years after that. When I met my actual boyfriend. He is the most caring, loving and incredible person ever. And I’ll forever be grateful for him not letting me down even when I didn’t show any interest on him because I simply couldn’t feel anything. But 7 months later, I am deeply in love with him and this love is healthy and I’ve never been so in love before.

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