Oh god YES...the first love is the greatest love, the first break up is the greatest break up, and all other that follow don't come close to the dizzying heights and the aweful pain of those two first.
It was my first year in High School, I was 12 and I spied him across the school grounds and I would watch his every move and tried to get close enough to listen to him talk.
He ended up being in one of my classes, my heart pounded out of my chest when I saw him walk through the door, I thought I was going to DIE when he sat next to me, when he spoke I just wanted to kiss him. He thought I was funny and we hit it off, became good friends, lost our 'real' virginity to each other...but as with all young love (Puppy Love) it only lasted a matter of months.
As I remember the moments we had together, I still feel the love 32 years after the event, I also still feel the pain and turmoil of losing him, wanting him back only to have him ignore me.
About 5 years ago, I sat down and wrote him a letter in a Christmas card thanking him for being the first person to make me feel love and telling him of the moments that I remember and cherish. Never heard back from him, and didn't expect to either. Just wanted him to know that he actually made 1 person happy