I guess I had a relationship when I was about 4 years old... we kissed regularly (huehuehue), and I'm not quite sure how it ended, but it lasted about 1-2 years. In sixth grade I had a crush, the biggest crush I've ever had. Sometimes we talked, and I remember my best friend and I both had a crush on the same girl. We did the ol' "Who do you like, bro?" "No one, man." "Seriously, who do you like?" "Alright, alright. I like... Jane Doe" "No way, bro! Me too!" And we settled it like men. Just kidding, he told me he wasn't that into her, and I also later found out the girl liked me back, so I asked her out, and she said yes, and a couple days later her *****y friend came up to me on a field trip and told me she didn't want to date me, and I was confused and I guess that was the end of it. The next year I switched schools, and the depression kicked in, and I was desperate so I started studying philosophy and psychology, and creating my own theories based on what I've learned, as well as mathematical theories along the way. Now I'm happy.