meh
Jaime and I broke up six weeks ago. We were together for three and a half months. Six fucking weeks later and I'm still not over it. Maybe it's because I really fell head over heels for this guy. Spent every day with him. Got really close really quick. Both our faults. Didn't help that I'm his first everything too. He didn't know his limits yet. So he freaked out. Understandable. I still want to hate his guts though. But I don't. He's still the wonderful guy I fell in love with. That's the problem.