So this thread is about telling everyone your shortest relationship ever and why it ended!

My story:

I met a beautiful latina babe a while back when I was living in America. We had laughs, flirted, and held hands for a long time. It was a friday night at a school dance where our bodies collided and where we performed the ritual of those fated to be partners. We were swayed by the divine melody and poetic lyrics of the song known as "Shake that ***." There was no stopping us. It was her who captured my eyes. It was her who broke the ice and said what should have been outed a long time ago. To keep the story short, she asked if I would want to be with her. I accepted the bond and the rest of the night we danced until our legs could move no more.

The next day I was heading back to Germany and I never saw her again. I guess I should have told her I am leaving. Wonder how her face looked like when she got the news.