BladeOfAkriloth:
6 hours, for the school-end dance, an old class-mate returned from italy, where she's living now. After a year away from her i confessed my love, we made out and around 12 she left(party started at 6 pm). Next morning i try to get her number and a mate who gave it asked me what for? she's back in italy now.... Needless to say i was feeling... well, it took 2 bottles of JD to get over it... I taught she was back for good!... love is a cold-hearted 5$ hooker...

That almost sounds like the plot synopsis on the back of a three inch romance novel I was browsing through a day ago. [/tasteless jape]

That sucks man, you should totally pull a Casablanca. Act like Humphrey Bogart and run a gin joint. She'll be back one day, it'll help you prepare! Or at least follow her to Italy and pull a "I-searched-the-ends-of-Earth/Italy-to-find-you" style routine.

To be honest my shortest relationship was 5 months.

A week, a huge snow/icestorm pretty much wasted any chance of seeing each other the day after we started going out.

Shortest and only real relationship was 10-11 months.