doofy,

 

my first crush was a daughter of a very rich man. I still don't know whether I liked her because she was a daughter of a rich man or she was simply terrific in her beauty and gait. I loved the way she walked around, the way she looked at me, the way she smiled at me. We were at the same school, and like in a movie, I was a son of a poor man.

 

When years later, we actually confessed to each other, my family was way better off economically than in my highschool days. I started to ask myself whether I really loved her or not. While I was in doubt, I started to drift away from her. Her family had this status ego, though they were cautious not to show that to me. In any case, I broke up a few years ago. She is married happily with another rich man now.