When I was 13-17 I was with my first “love”. He broke my heart and I moved three states away right after high school just to get away from the memories of him, but it’s been three, almost four years, and it hasn’t worked. I don’t exactly love him anymore, but I miss him all the time and he’s always on my mind. Half of me wants to find him and see him and the other half of me would be mortified if I ever did see him again. I still wonder if he ever loved me back. I still wish we could be together.
