I had a boyfriend last year for 8 months. I loved him, I really did I believe to this day, because I wanted only his happiness even if that meant sacrificing a piece of mine. I believe that's love even of others told me I didn't know what love was. I loved him, but also he lived a distance from me. I can't drive so we only saw each other a handful of times. It sounds crazy, seeing the one you loved only a handful in 8 months. I didn't mind. He was my first real love, my first date, my first kiss. He opened me up to so many new things. My parents hated him because he was poor. I don't think ill forgive them for that. We broke up with a mutual agreement. It was just too hard to be together. I said goodbye and our lives grew apart. I miss him sometimes. I don't love him anymore. But I do miss him. His goofy smile. He didn't care what people thought and I think that's what I learned most from him. I don't plan to talk to him anytime soon, but I feel as though I owe it to him a thought or two every once in a while. How is he doing? How is school going? I wonder if hes making sectionals for swimming this year. I owe him a thought because of all that he's taught me. I wonder if he ever does that same for me.