How To Get Over Heartbreak

My Story

You can skip this part if you don't like sob stories or straight-up, sour-tasting cringe. Or also if you don't believe in learning from other people's mistakes. But hey, this story could get juicy if you're into that.

But disclaimer: it's all true. It all happened. And not all of it's gonna relate to my advice. With that being said, here we go.

Part One: The Start
I was a freshman, and he was a junior telling everybody he thought I was hot. So, naturally, being from such a small school where everyone practically orgasms over someone being honest with their feelings, I was getting told by — brace yourselves — upperclassmen that he was saying these things.  Bottom line, a lot of people were telling me this.

One night, he adds me on Snapchat and we start talking. And then he's flirting. And then I'm falling.

And let me tell you. I walked through a door and was suddenly met with eight flights of stairs. In other words, I fell. Unexpectedly. Hard. And fast.

One night, he asks me who I like and we both admit our feelings and before I know it, we're a thing. It's actually kind of funny how that works.

Here's an even funnier thing. We started talking on November 15th of 2017. I think, anyway. And on Thanksgiving, my cousin took my phone and told him I loved him, and he said it back. And we said it every night after that. We called it love a week after talking. How sudden. And ironic. And... potentially untrue.

People warned me. And told me he broke hearts, and to be careful.

I'm like, fucking knee-slapper, he told me he was going to marry me, so joke's on you. I can do whatever I want and he's never gonna leave me.

But this is a heartbreak story, not the story of how I met my husband. So you already know that the joke ended up being on me.

Part Two: The Relationship
Here's the issue. We never officially dated, we were always just a thing. However, we might as well have been dating. We were loyal to each other, we "loved" each other. People treated us as a couple. Here's the bigger issue. My parents didn't want me to go on dates until I turned fifteen, specifically on March 22. We started talking in November. That just has to do with why things ended.

So we hung out at basketball games, and he came and supported the gymnastics meets I managed for. We both went to the same youth group, and that was really the only time we could hang out outside of school. He held my hand, hugged me everyday after school, put his arm around me, put his hand on my thigh. It felt so good, cuddling. Playing with my hair. Rubbing my back. Stuff like that.

So many good feelings, so many good memories, is all I have to say.

We talked about getting married. In all seriousness, and you'll probably be like, "Holy shit kid you were literally only fourteen it wasn't even love." Yeah, I'm sure you're right, but it still meant something.

I'll never forget the way he looked at me.

Part Three: The End
All of the sudden, it's two weeks before Valentine's Day, and he ends things. I don't even fully remember why to be completely honest. Well, okay, if I'm being completely honest, I do remember, but vaguely. It was because I thought he was mad at me and so I started giving him space, but he wasn't mad so he thought that my distancing myself was because I was "done with him", and then he got nudes from this other girl.

Oh, yeah, somewhere in this story, I sent him nudes a few times. My innocent ass was horrified with myself. And still is, honestly, and some of you might be like oH ShIt, which I don't blame you for at all. I guess it's all a preference thing, whether or not nudes or okay, nevertheless whether or not sending nudes is okay.