We met when I was 14. It was perfect, we loved eachother for 6 years, but I wasn’t happy anymore. He was a great guy, but as I met new people on faculty, I saw him as mamma’s boy without ambition. Than we started working together. First love isn’t immune to that! I became interested in someone else and I didn’t wanted to lie to him anymore. I just wanted to try to be single and not to think about other guy while with my boyfriend. So we took a pause which turned out to be real breakup. It was hardest thing I ever did. But after he got a tattoo I hated I realised it was gone for good. We are trying to be friends, but we never were. I will always care about him, but we won’t ever be together.
