I thought what we had was love but I’m pretty sure love is supposed to make you smile more than it is supposed to make you cry. I cannot hate you for not knowing how to love me the way I deserve because you are a 16 year old boy, not Romeo. I think if maybe we were older, wiser, and more mature maybe things could’ve worked out but I’m pretty ******* glad they didn’t because who wants to be stuck on their first love forever? It isn’t romantic, it’s Hell. I’m really sorry because I know we had the potential to be really good together, but I’m not quite sure I would like myself if I was what you wanted. I’m trying to find a happy medium. I cannot hate you but I cannot love you, and I know you will never truly be out of my life. You always try to say that “maybe one day”, but I’m counting on a different “one day” from someone else. Though you will always have a special place reserved in my heart, I do not love you the way that I used to and I don’t think I ever will again. I hope you find happiness, I hope you fall in love and smile everyday, just not with me. You gave me a year of your time and we never should have tried for more. First love does not mean best love and just because I promised to love you forever when I was 15 doesn’t mean that I have to. Not all promises can be kept.