So, my boyfriend of 1 year[ and 1 month] broke up with me yesterday morning. Right after he broke up with me, we had sex. Last night we cuddled and he woke me up with kisses.
Confused, depressed, but happy I can still love on him and have him in my life.
He's in the process of moving out of my house.
I think once he's there, we can work again. I think he was just sick of me. I don't know. I know I made a lot of drunken mistakes.
I guess he just doesn't wanna deal with a relationship right now, so I guess we're FWB now? I guess it's better than not having him in my life at all. He was my first, my first love, my best friend, and I'll always be in love with him.
He said the same to me, too.
And once I get my shit together, I know [hope] we'll be together for real again.
June last year:
6 months:
Our 1 year anniversary, June 4th, 2010:
And those are the last pictures I have with him, from our 1 year anniversary. I hope there are many more :(