God, my mom sometimes just kills me. When she said “well, he was in sorts, your first love,” my heart just sank. For the fact that even she acknowledged the fact, killed me. Especially seeing as how usually she’s all, “teenagers don’t fall in love, blah blah.” Just, ugh. I care about my boyfriend more then words could ever explain. But some days it’s just hard to look at him in class and know that I once loved him more then I loved anything, that my day was based on when I would get to talk to him. To know that you once were important in his life too, and now I’m just nothing to him.
But I just have to tell myself it’s okay, because I have a boyfriend that cares about me so much, and that I care about right back. I really do think I made the best decision by being with him, and I’m so glad that he understands me more than every other person I know. I do not know where I’d be without him.
