I loved a boy with everything inside me. He was all I could think about. He told me he was falling in love with me. He said he would never leave. He said he would always be there for me.
When I finally realized how bad he was treating me, how he was only using for his own gain. He stopped texting me and stopped calling me pretty. I told him how I felt and how I wanted him to love me and show me respect. But he couldn’t do it… Not for me. I knew he was only there when he wanted something. If I needed him he was never there, if I told him my problems he told me to fix myself and get back to him.
I cried over him for weeks, months even. When he found out I was gone… He got over me in two days. This broke my heart even more. I loved him. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him…. And for what.
My first love ended so bad. I haven’t been able to get over him and I’m not sure I ever will.