I loved him and he loved me
I was really happy, and the things in my life that get me upset would hurt but would phase over.
And I was really truthful with him even though there were still things I hid and I would prefer not to discuss, our relationship was strong.
For the first time ever a guy actually shared his true feelings with me and didn't hide how he felt and was honest, and he was honest about how much he cared for me.
I broke up with him though because I got scared, and I don't know why.
It just seem to always stop myself from being happy. Or fate just wants me to be sad all the time.
He knows I still care for him but it doesn't matter. I messed up and I waited months to try and make even a small attempt.
other things in life plus constantly being reminded of love and how much I fucked up just really got to me so much lately.
And the anniversary of my cousin's death made me have a breakdown at school, everything just piled up and I couldn't handle it that day.
But I'll never be over him, my first true love, but I think I'm starting to be ready to move on and have a really good relationship and try to be happier.
That's all for now
Goodbye my little secrets ,secretgirl_