I can still remember the songs I used to listen to when I was going through our break-up. And maybe it’s no coincidence that I started writing this a few days after discovering a very similar song to the one I poured my eyes out to 10 years ago. There are a few things you for sure don’t know about. First of all, you were the first boy I ever kissed. You were 5 years older, highly intelligent, completely offbeat, and charming; you listened to great music, spoke about interesting topics, and wore cool clothes. You can therefore easily imagine that my 15-year-old self was very impressed and smitten. One night, after having split a cab to get home, you got off at my place and we started walking around. We ended up behind a huge communistic house next to the local farmer’s market. I was so nervous; I can still vividly …